When we were boys we acted like one
People call us names behind our back
We were silly but we don't throw stone
And the girls, they love our six-pack

When we turn adults we acted like one
People who know us as boys don't argue
With us; they're afraid we'll throw stone
And our wives, they love us like sky-blue

When we became elders we acted like one
People come to us for advise, that's dearly
When they ask for bread we don't give stone
And our grannies, they love our pot-belly

When we die which we all know is inevitable
People will refer to us as the most-venerable

Matthias Pantaleon

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-legend-has-a-beginning/