Neverland is Here

A child once asked
What the word “adult” means.
I answered “It’s someone
Grown out of their teens.”

“So just like a grown up!”
The kid clarified,
And I felt my innards
Knotting up inside

For I knew that tiny figure
Holding onto his sippy cup
Would be forced to discover
Most adults never grow up.

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