Crossovers

Feeble eyes held clear memories of childhood
back then wishes were to grow up at any expense
and eke a life of freedom & rich livelihood
not knowing then old age pushes one to dependence.

Years rolled and buds bloomed
each Spring it was a new moon
knocking on doors of youth that consumed
all the glory which disappeared soon.

Lustful overtures rode high
plucking of fresh leaves made way
gardens of beauty got sighs
pushing protective fathers to keep their daughters away.

Objects of affections with tiny hands
filled corners with their beings
just in a blink those innocent rants
turned into parents themselves from ceremonial flings.

Cycles of lives were such 
corporate hierarchies were a must
phases as if having a Midas touch
every time rechristened faiths that never could rust.

In hometowns or across cities/countries
living it up became the style
odds or even midst opportunities 
music of life made humans able.

Fruits of labor they say take time
seasons came & went but hope remained
relationships or businesses chimed in
when positive results were the only aims.

In the end from nothing to something
be it in love or life O yes O Lord
from something to everything
were crossovers with Godly chords.