Life begins with a bang,

From a blood soaked birth,

To wrapped in loving arms.

Tears, fears and mothers wears,

Soft, pump and innocent.

Useless and precious in spades.

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Our early years are full of firsts,

Innocence and ignorance in abundance,

Heavy guidance required as we take to many of life’s firsts.

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Growing like weeds,

Long limbs, hairy and awkward.

Things change suddenly.

What was once cute and ignorant is something else entirely.

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Confident and exploratory,

We grow into our awkwardness,

Start exploring and experimenting.

Viewers discretion is advised.

When trying to recreate our first bang.

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Time slows down,

Firsts stop happening,

We become guides and teachers

Pretending to know what path to take,

When inside we are awkward still.

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The young leave the nest,

Our purposes wind down.

Suddenly time is plenty,

But energy and willingness is lacking.

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Aches and pain,

Hard to hear.

Time is a cruel mistress.

We near our final breath.

How we will be remembered is unknown,

But how we live is truly up to us.