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Generations.

You have to stand still, he told her again,

You cannot be jumping,

But jumping is something I do quite well,

She jumped into puddles and

Jumped to conclusions,

He sighed and shook his weary old head.

You have to move faster, you silly old bean,

You have to pretend like you’re young.

She didn’t wait, laughing at their long and strange shadows,

He knew things could only go gray,

He knew that he’d slow her

So, he moved quite deliberately,

She left him behind, she ran on ahead.

He saw no more future, he saw only darkness,

She basked in the brightness tomorrows can bring,

How parents can love us, we know only as parents,

How children can leave us, we only forgive.