The Pursuers
Once contented with simple things;
cupcakes, puppies, a gentle friend.
Before too long, they flee...
Pursuing independence and tin-can peace.
Vowing never to be like their parents
but they are.
Accumulating babies-disappointment-many meaningless things.
Peace always fleeter than the pursuers.
Some return home, bloodied, bruised
confused and disillusioned.
The cupcakes-puppies-that gentle friend
are gone.
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