Childhood is moments
Crawling past
Joyously kick up the dust and
Before it settles
You are grown
Lifetime flying
Years whirring by like telephone posts
Now born next married
Blink an eye
Parents and worried
So soon, you are waiting
Watching slowly
In the sun’s rays a dust speck
Kicked in your childhood
Now flying down
Life has come full circle
Dust is now dust.
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