Aged Toys

It's DNA
 a stream of genes and chromosomes in feldspar
 that dictate whose children we become and are,
who we look like
 the color of our eyes and hair architecture
 our stature, physique and bone structure;
the formation of our brains
 where thought processes condition us and train
 adapt and adjust to the environmental frames;
what we learn and how we grow
 but there it stops and ends,
 that moment experienced when
we no longer change ourselves 
 but stagnate in our independent steps
 little girls and boys with mind muscles flexed
growing wise and mature in attitudes
 or stuck woman and man bodies that exude
 remaining the little girl or boy
forever destined to play with toys.

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