The Daily Post of WordPress states, “No matter how you shake it, it happens to all of us: we grow older. As our age changes, so does our perspective. This week, we’re asking you to take a look at those little numbers that often mean so much.”
So, here’s my take on how I perceive those little numbers – our age! In poetry form. 🙂
I thank my Psychology and Family Life and Child Development professors for giving me insights on the stages of human development.
Age is But a Stage
When I was but an infant,
I relied entirely on my parents
When I became a toddler,
I tested the limits of the adults in my life.
When I became a school-age child,
I looked up to my teachers.
When I became a teenager,
I listened more to my peers rather than my parents.
When I first fell in love and met my romantic self,
All my world revolved around my love.
When I entered the workforce,
I learned to play the career game with my boss and co-workers.
When I decided to settle down and get married,
I vowed to build and secure a family.
When I became an adult with elderly parents,
I began to assume their then parental responsibilities.
When I became an elderly myself,
I relied again entirely on my adult child to care for me.
Life is but a cycle. Age is but a stage.
I will come back to where I come from.
This post is in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years
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