Volcanoes melt you down

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age 

      and at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. 

           Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

Nobody that matters, that is. Distant relatives of course

                                      whom one never has seen or has seen for an hour. 

 Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies that matters,

                     —mothers and fathers don’t die.

 To be grown up is to sit at the table

                      with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak;

   Who do not drink their tea, though they always said

                                  Tea was such a comfort.

                                             Edna St. Vincent Millay 

                                                                            1937 

Maybe we’ll live and learn,

maybe we’ll crash and burn,

maybe you’ll stay, maybe you’ll leave, maybe you’ll return,

maybe another fight, maybe we won’t survive, 

maybe we’ll grow, we’ll never know.