Get up,
And mind the babes
Toddering into
Adulthood.
Their little hands
Reach for hot-coal
Fires of lust
And pain—
Trebled so, poor
Teenaged soul.
Blink twice and
Their step is gone,
While you wash
Dishes and heat
The dinner on.
Get up, get up—
They need you now
One fall's enough
To start the next
Generation upon.
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