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.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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