There was always an excitement to be wild
Never having to cope with the issues adults
had so piously taken in breed.
Never understanding that betrayal lays in the
aging and growing of our bodies.
Skipping and skidding, jumping and leaping.
Climbing trees and breaking twigs.
Being kids, so carefree.
Faint is the scents that covered the BBQs,
family gatherings and outings we all seem
to visit in teams.
Never watching or noticing the crows of age
and creeping of age claiming its due.
Loving the moments when we could sleep in,
cuddle up and being a kid at play and in sin.
Spill into time and space, the output of all
the lessons taught to us by everyone above
the age of eight.
Milking the last threads of irresponsible
and reckless behaviors.
Rapidly going from nut seed to flourishing
Never detailing the faithful march of seconds,
minutes and hours.
Encountering abject personas in our everyday
Learning that every smiling face is not a
Witnessing that even family has malicious
Wishing that life and its hope is in something
that will make us desirable and rich.
Finally coming to terms that aging and years
are ordered to bring on experience.
This is growing up.