They're more diplomatic because they dream
Of adolescence too far away to hold
Until time can soon redeem
The stories of growing up which they love to be told
Yet, like most, they can't transcend their gift
Of being too loved, envied and hungry
The things from them which gives us a lift
Since they are bought with desire, not money
Learning things that maintain our soul and mind
That was created thousands of years ago
To keep them always trying to find
The things like wisdom and peace, we must all know
Negotiating to have what is promised tomorrow
Like clothes, looks, and favorite stores to borrow.
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