A battle rages between enemies within,
Subduing the child since time began,
Struggle for acceptance will soon begin,
At times overdone and out-of-hand.
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A slow painful process is underway,
Fraught with peril and mines aplenty,
The push to maturity and out of play,
Mistakes oh yes, there are sure to be many.
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Think back in time to the youth of your day,
Try as you might in with grown-ups to fit,
Seen and not heard was the phrase they would say,
The child that you are in the backseat you will sit.
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Then in your teens, think you’re woman or man,
You speak as an equal, interrupt, interject,
Try as you might, try as you can,
You want to grow up meaning no disrespect.
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Natural progression as we try to mature,
Neither a child nor yet an adult,
Please let us in we beg, we implore,
As we try to fit in without insult.
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This thing called maturity both painful and hard,
We all have been through it ourselves,
Tripped on our tongues and cut on a shard,
They’d understand looking back at themselves.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
