PoeticSoul1
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Youth We're always rushing around Desperate to get somewhere new Never stopping to consider Where we are might be good too Children look at teens With wide adoring eyes Driving a mysterious privilege It seems nothing but highs Then we grow to be a teen Driving becomes an annoying chore Can't stand living with our parents Can't wait to grow up more And so we age, and get a job And sink into a miserable mire That we can finally retire We get our wish, and we grow old Finally, we'll do what WE want to But we ache, and are out of shape Staying home seems best to do So we sit on the couch And think to when we were young We wonder how we aged so fast And how our youth was so unsung
< Message edited by PoeticSoul1 -- 1/28/2013 10:00:30 PM >
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