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
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.
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