Growing
As the dimming light of youth flickers out
The age of growing wisdom slips on.
When you start to gain knowledge of "feelings"
The "hate" light soon blinks on.

You start to hate because of the way others feel.
You try to break away from it
And get back to what's real,
But pain is all you get for it.

Back through time, you'd love to go-
Back to the time when things came so easy,
But the doors have been closed, too tight, in your mind,
Too cold...too freezy.

You can't go back to being friends with all.
You'll find that once you've left it
The doors to youth will never open again,
So, wait a while before you lock yourself out.

--Beverly Hess(Casey) 10/23/70

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