The Grown-Up

This was written for Wordle 66 at the Sunday Whirl.  This poem was a progression from an innocent boy swinging on a playground, to a young man swinging at a ball, trying to make his mark in the world, to a troubled adult still swinging, but this time only at people who can't swing back.  It's hard to see people beneath their layers - to look at all of the bad people in this world, the hardened people, and imagine the children that they once were.  To try to see how they got to the point that they're at.  This was an attempt to peel back the layers of a person who never learned that swinging harder doesn't mean you'll actually be able to fly.  I hope that you enjoyed The Grown-Up.

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