People are supposed to pass through certain stages of development. Sometimes I wonder…
We are supposed to out grow these ways
By the time that we are two;
But indications are these days,
That isn’t really true.
Children believe when they aren’t there
Parents wait with nothing to do
Till childish presence once again
Gives to them a clue
As to how to fill life and time
With purpose, scansion and rhyme.
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