#42 Maturity

The first time I cried, and realised I wasn't ashamed

Was the first time I realised that I had cried as a man.

When I decided to accept responsibility when I was blamed

I realised that I was finally mistress maturity's fan



We were never told about this growing up

The difficult parts about becoming an adult

That it doesn't come at one time, a head's up

But a collection of slow and uncertain results



But sometimes you get glimpses of indications

Little hints that Life is moving you along

Giving you a little bit of provocation

After all, the distance we walk is long



Sometimes I feel I don't want to advance

That I'm happy just at this point in the adventure

Feel happy pausing at this instance

Not feeling there's anywhere else I need to venture



But I realise now, I'd hate to be stuck further back

Now I've developed so far

Progress of self is a virtue I'd not wish to lack

And that's when I have my moment of aha



See, although moving on is a scare

It's how we sadly mature

And this realisation, of it's own affair

Was another small personal advancement to endure.



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