Maturity

Straightened walk and filtered talk
Darkened moustache and taller physique
Shortened smile and cultivated style
They say I have grown, have I?

Yes, if the beaker of measure
Were physical and social stature
But is that the real growth?
No, I really doubt.

Why does that which comes with age
Put all the playfulness into cage?
Rugs of constrained emotion
Is Maturity’s wrong definition.

The sugarcoated tablet
The child within every adult
With free mind and innocent heart
The medicine for deceased growth