the child

the child,

rests in his mother's  bosom,

safe  secure.

Not so such a place for a man,

tho we may wish to return.

Do I dare say it,

the comfort is  contagious,

we  want more

and not to leave,

but  to  grow  up,

is to leave the comfortable  place.

My new life is  not comfortable

and so I am growing up

and this is  a good  thing.