morning dawns: a young babe of 2 months cries in the manger, why isn't
anyone coming? mother, father, I'm sad and I don't know
why..please..come help me!

the middle of the morning: a teenager of 16 stumbles along his home
towards the door , I'm coming my love, I'm eager and happy to meet you
and the rest of my life..

noon: a young man of 35 stands outside a hospital room, pacing excitedly
as the doctor opens the door, telling him that the delivery was
completed, and the baby boy is fine, along with his mother, and that he
can come in

middle of the afternoon: an older gentleman of 65 walks towards the
park, silently reminiscing about his past, looking at a young man as he
hurries along to his work, the older gentleman soon sitting on the
bench, quietly watching the world as it passes, him slowed down
considerably and is peaceful

the sun sets: an extremely old man of 99 silently stares at the home he
has built, looking back on his life as he is happy how it turned out,
content as he closes his eyes for one last time as the final sleep meets
him.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Valnuary, in the year 599 AF.