Growing Up

May 30, 2012
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Children, young girls and young boys
Sit around and play with their toys.
They don’t know the change of time
That lost all of these types of joys.

Go on now, go on up and climb
Up your monkey bars and your slide.
Never be the one to get old.
For that is a terrible crime.

Go on out and win the gold.
Enjoy the path we all have strolled
Go make some stories of your own.
Like ours, which won’t ever be told.

For the time has come to be grown.
Childhood left as a stepping stone.
Our stories may remain unknown
Your childhood will always be known





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