Once when was a  baby
did not know  even  myself
only  had  the  joy of  living
without  knowing even--  joy

Then ,   when was a boy
knew   --every thing was mine
 for  me  only , without knowing
what   was  ohers'  share in mine.

then  was  myself  young
and  only  wanted  to love love
and   my  love  was  only  true
without  knowing   others'  love

Then some more matured
learnt  what  was life
with  set- backs and  failures
trouble, bumps  and shocks

And  then  was  aged
with  scars and  bruises
with fractured  living
and  broken heart

 Now  I  am  old   but aware
 after  all  forms of  living
blended  as  my  experience
and   for  recycling - return.