Grown Child

I’m a grown child.
Twenty-five, in a little while.
A quarter century.
I believe, we are all children,
at this age.
At thirty.
Forty.

We seek fulfillment.
And, I suppose,
when we have children,
it will implement this unknown,
Intensity.
We live for intensity.
We suffer by convenience.

Remember, having a child,
does not make you grown.
Simply seen, is child with child.
The biggest responsibility,
in life, is life.

Where are you without knowledge?
What are you able to pass on?
An individual mark is small.
A blip on the radar.
Insignificant,
when you’re a grown
child.

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