Analysis of Life



Our stream becomes a ocean

Life can not exist,
Steams become rivers,
Rivers become estuaries,
Estuaries becomes lakes,
And alas become oceans.

A infant is a stream,
A child is a river,
A teenager is a estuary,
A grown individual is a lake,
Then becomes a ocean.

Only to end physical existence,
And become that stream again,
In rebirth.


Scheme A XXXXX XXXXA XXX
Poetic Form
Metre 10101010 11101 10110 1001100 100011 0010110 010101 011010 01010100 010100101 101010 1011100010 0011101 001
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 338
Words 74
Sentences 3
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 1, 5, 5, 3
Lines Amount 14
Letters per line (avg) 19
Words per line (avg) 4
Letters per stanza (avg) 66
Words per stanza (avg) 15

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About the stages of life

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Written on November 05, 2023

Submitted by Laurie.edberg on November 05, 2023

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Laurie Edberg

I am 55 years old, I live in Vancouver,BC with my oldest son. more…

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