Take care as time continues
With all the folks you've met.
If relationships don't grow,
The beginning's all you'll get.
If their budding maturation
should, for some reason, stop,
They'll freeze into position,
As ice might in a mop.
I'll say how my folks treat me,
and you'll see what I mean:
They always will be forty
and I'll always be fourteen.
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