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A journey through life

All begins with one tiny infant,
Bed-ridden, not even the capacity of an ant.
Cared for and looked after,
Days filled with laughter.
Enmity that arise once old,
Friendship that grows never gets sold.
Giving and taking carries on,
Helping is something long gone.
Innocents stand a chance,
Journey this is, a dance.
Keeping close the life we love,
Living the purest life of a dove.
Man has nothing that he has lost,
No one pays such a cost.
Offered even, when given free,
Pleading for the life of a tree.
Queing up never gives a rest,
Ready we should be to take the test.
Such a life do we enjoy,
Telling we are old never gives joy.
Ultimately comes the end,
Victims we are, who just get sent.
Wisdom judges what has been done,
Xenon we become, once when gone.
Yearning is nothing, we are muck,
Zenith too has given up its luck.

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Helooo!!

Has anyone noticed that each line of the poem starts with the alphabet? *smiles nervously* I've arranged it in order to show a journey through our lives. Any thoughts?

Thanks.
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