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.