Curiosity
Just like the cat it killed my innocents
My youth slipped through my fingers
like an air-filled balloon.
Memories pass before me-
it happened all too soon.
I should have held it tightly,
maybe tied it to my arm.
Should have clutched it
and embraced it-
Preventing any harm.
Nothing should have neared it
and made me old so quick.
Yet my youth slipped through my fingers,
A choice I didn't pick.
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