Like the metal of the monkey bars
I’m hot or cold, never mild
Gone are my days of travelling far
My innocence defiled
When I was young and still a star
I would drive fast and wild
But now my daughter needs the car
I never wanted a child
I grew up in the golden days,
Four sisters and a brother
That sweet, summery childhood haze
Burns me like no other
I glow with a bright-blue blaze
That I must learn to smother
My hopes are daring runaways
But I am just a mother
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