Many muse over the mark of maturity,
A sign that one’s grown up good,
Some say it’s a symbol of utter conformity,
That society has been ingrained as it should.
And though this all may ring verily true,
With more candid acts and honest reactions,
And a taller height with ‘stache may ensue,
Maturity is using less violence, less action.
It is growing enough to know when to stop,
When to calm your head and think,
To use your words to effect change and drop
The malady in you heart – let it shrink
