Once they called her the child
Sweet and innocent and pure, she was
A smile like a wild blossoming lily
A grin like freshly ripened corn
Laughter as charming as fresh rains
Joy as dazzling as sunlight
Then, not so much a child
As a tired, sweaty adult
Rules and codes; etiquette
Money to earn and bills to pay
No time to laugh, no time to smile
The sun closes down, the rains fall short
Where has the radiant she gone to? They ask
Adulthood, the grim reply.
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