The Poem of the Sphinx

Here's a poem I wrote based off of the riddle of the Sphinx.

The Poem of the Sphinx

A baby wakes in the morning.
Crawling toward the sun.

In the afternoon, a man comes home from work.
The sun hie over head.

And as the sun sets, a old man walks with his cane to his bed.
For the start of a new day.


(Sorry for any tipoes. Hope you liked it!)