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

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