We are all born a few times.

Once of women, hopefully mothers.
Once as children, innocent wonderers.

Once as youth-
Confused, but mostly willing.

Once into Adulthood.
Once more into Adulthood.
One last time into Adulthood.
We take our time grasping onto any understanding of possible births as full-figured beings.

Once into Senility,
Reluctant and proud.

I'm sure there are several, less noticeable births among the Aged,
but most of us are terrible at caring about numbers by then.

Lastly, into Death.
We are born into Death,
and Death is born into us.

And I suppose that sounds like an ending...