What would life be like, Without its different phases? One, long monotonous routine Without any changes. We move on from, Childhood to youth, From youth to middle age, From middle age to old age Till we reach the end. Each phase is so different, We learn as we move on. We change and life changes, Every phase is different. This very difference Makes life what it is. We can look back, But cannot go back. And it would not be fun To go back or keep yearning For the phase which We have left behind. Each phase is different And this very difference And our way of looking at it, Makes life what it is.