December 14, 2007
By CaSaundra Casillo, Mountain Iron, MN

Life rolls by like the waves of an ocean,
But sometimes we cannot enjoy it because of all the commotion.
We grow up from being a child
And then life becomes so restyled.
Less of toys, learning, and spills,
More of working, figuring, and bills.
Adults grow so far away
From their last school day
Some wish they could go back in time,
or that they weren't hearing this rhyme.
Because it makes them think,
How much time can pass in a blink.

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