The Memory Of Being Young

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The years I've known and childhood dreams
fly by my eyes like a shooting star gleams.
Adolescence gone and forever missed.
Adulthood hits me like a clenched fist.
You never know what you have until it dies.
Something so true, but never known in time.
Now that it's gone all I can do
is long for the times that I once knew.
A sweet summer breeze on my bare feet.
First love's kiss, so tender and so sweet.
A mother's touch and a father's firm yell.
The last memory of a loved ones last farewell.
A time gentle and full of wonderment.
Your only young once so use it wisely
It's something you'll never forget.





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