Growing Pains
How should one measure growth
by the notches on your door frame
by the grays upon your head
or perhaps, by the lives you’ve touched
by the tears you’ve shed
by the sadness you’ve fought
perhaps, no-one can truly measure growth
for how shall we measure it
by what is see or unseen
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