The life travel


First day,I saw the world in my Life,
My umbilical cord was cut by knife.
Many people are gave lovable kiss on me,
There was my mom,first time I see.

She told me a manymore merry tales,
In childhood, I bit my nails.
I started to go to my school with tie,
After months and years went by.

After a long time, my parents passed away,
I did my work on my own way,
Many years later,I am got older,
I went to my grave earlier.

Similarity of cradle and grave are only one,
Both are made for lying down.
I didn't forgot my beautiful life journeys.
So, please god, don't erase my memories.

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