Timeline...

For every beginning,
There will be an end.
It is just the question,
Of when.
Within the period,
From birth to death,
Whatever can be grasped,
Is inexplicable by math.
In the hospital,
The babies are born,
With innocent minds,
That will soon be gone.
In the schools,
The students will find;
Knowledge is limitless,
And love is blind.
In the corporate world,
Everyone will learn;
Money is needed,
But hard to earn.
In the families,
Some parents will sigh,
When their children revolt,
And rules they defy.
In the planes,
Bodies will shake;
Health is waning;
Some bones might break.
On the beds,
Spirits are low,
When they reminisce,
How fast they grow.
At the funerals,
Some children will cry,
Regretting their actions,
Before their parents die.
So much to do,
But there is still time.
Now is the chance,
When we are at our prime.
After this age,
We will be old.
Hopefully we will do enough,
To blissfully enjoy our soul.