Act your age. You’re not a sage.
Just a grown man’s body
With a teenaged brain.
Your big boy pants – put them on,
The time to be a man has come.
You’d like to think you’re Peter Pan
But he was e’en more a man
Than you my friend.  You’re just a boy.
Girls to you are merely toys.
But they will fast outgrow your games,
See you with vision very plain.
And you will be left all alone
Once women they become.


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