Experience after experience
We become hardened
Yet we do not protest
We become quite adept at biting our tongues
We keep quiet
“It is maturity” they tell us
As though it is the way nature intended for humans,
Lost in our unabashed greed, to excuse errant behaviour
And so, bit by bit,
Experience after experience,
We lose every bit of our humanity
Until undoubtedly very mature, and quite shrivelled
Weary and worn
We become microcosms of ourselves
And the cycle continues