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Crying, rocking, and I

Taken care of, young and wild

Smiles and motor skills.

 

Standing, babbling, and I

Begin to understand the words

So lost to me they were before.

 

Standing, wandering, and I

Cheerful in the trees, passing by

Time running, clocks ticking.

 

Walking, spinning, and I

Cannot find the time to spare a dime

For the metal, round, and ticking.

 

Sputtering, cluttering, and I

Have no mental space to erase

The endless rhyme.

 

Growing, grey, and I

Lose my hairs and lose my mind

Wrinkly, a blessing.

 

Weak, brittle, and I

Cry and cry and cry

Like the baby I was before.

Like the baby I was before.