Little Thoughts

When we were little
Everything seemed larger
Hearts and heads.
Simple minds to entertain
Complex thoughts to easy tasks
Remain.
Growing up, or simply moving?
Little by little
We chip away
Our little selves.
So our hands can reach the cookie jar,
And feet can run away.
But with little comes much;
With much,
Little comes.

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