We all sprout;
Into this world
We showed up
Either black or white
Environment welcomed us;
A visitor inclined in his ways
Day by day
We get used to him
Paper we all chase;
Short, middle or marathon race
We all make haste
As it set our pace
Welcomed here;
So you invite another
You were born
You must to beget another
Helter-skelter or slow walk;
At the end is void
We are yet back to where we sprout
Nothing goes with us
Except our deeds
And that is a seed
Who knows where it will be kept?
Hot or cool room
