The little boy I'd once known,
Now has up and grown,
A person he can call his own,
He's finally spread his wings and flown.
More mature than he used to be,
A splendid personality,
Still as cute as he can be,
But not the same, most certainly.
That little boy that used to coo,
Over everything as children do,
I still love him, indeed I do,
But it hurts to hear, "I can't be 'round you."
