There comes a time
Of silicone bottles
And diapers,
Cribs and playpens
Sifting on infancy's
Birth and tolerance.
It's been some time
When these days remain
Unlike the pains
Of growth and old age.
Then sees the glow:
The beginning of years.
But now, like houses
Its walls are aged
By spiders.
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