Growing up is for children
When old people grow up
They get even older
Villages aren't made to grow up
That piece of land
That sliver of river
That handful of houses
Those people
Their lives and their deaths
Some villagers walk out
Of the village
And never come back
They keep the village
In their eyes
An ache in their heart
But most people grow roots
That last their whole life
And never once leave
Until death takes them
