Optimism is for Children
As a child I never really consider
My life without my parents
It’s like a “Given” in Geometric equations
They will always be around;
But that is the mentality of a child.
Eventually children grow up
And that mentality of a child
Is replaced
With the mentality of an adult
No longer an optimist
But a realist…
Yet the reality of life without my parents
Is a reality I am unable to conjure;
So in reality,
Have I ever grown up then?
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