All in turns

Where it ends row upon row,
as we run, while we grow.
Children live, as youth is lost.
To adulthood, dreams are tossed.

Parent’s weep, although they smile,
at their child, who began a mile.
Step by step, tap by tap,
years fly by, lap by lap.

Never back, the chubby nose,
stands a Gentleman, with a rose.
Into age all grow and grow.
Such are all, who go and go.

In time, as time will tell,
flowers wilt, before a silent bell.
Comes the day, they laid him low,
where it ends, row upon row.

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This poem is about the cycle of life that we all go through.