Long summers, and couch cushion forts.
First date, first car, first kiss,
too many memories that can never be relived, only missed.
Responsibility slips it way into the care-free life, money, education, strife,
a child, life.
Becoming and adult, a never ending journey,
no one is grown up,
We just slowly act maturely.
The hardships we've had,
and the weathered windshields with which we approach them,
Are the real things that separate boys and men.
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