Quatrain of Adult Child
Adult Child - we never make it
An adult is merely an old child,
one who still thinks with
an uneven emotional
gasp,
No outgrowing baby thoughts
no matter how hard we try,
no matter our learning
grasp.
We never leave what we are,
we remain infants in our
beliefs and thoughts
enveloped,
Growing up is just a metaphor
for aging, is has little to do
with becoming spiritually
developed.
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