We walk with willies

walking, heaving panting, breathing
never to see a soft traveled trail
laughing, crying, living, dying
men of old typify this tale

sleeping, giggling, eating, crawling,
full of dreams and hands so small
stepping, speaking, hiding, peeking
games and jest fade when tall

thinking, dating, traveling, waiting
innocent discontent, a merry day
flirting, learning, daring, yearning
callow excuses lost and away

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