Birth is to Death
Like East is to West
Pain is to Love
Like Greed is to Wealth
A family mourn
A child is born
The child is taught
This child cannot be Bought
The child grows
His words flow
His eyes wander
As his mind ponders
The teen grows
His legacy grows
His career escalates
His family evacuates
The Man grows
The family, frighten
The noose tightens
A family mourn
Corey Fauchon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/way-of-life/
