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Just Yesterday I was in the second Grade.
Now, I'm a Junior jealous of juvenile minds.

Now, Knowing adulthood is an adding up of time

Until retirement.


I wish we would never age.

Yet every second slipping down the drain.

I'm sixteen. Tomorrow I'll be thirty!

Trading tenderness for turmoil.

False faces feign friends preceding a crowd.

As children chase succulent sweets and adventure.

They're lacking liability, living leisurely.

I wish we would never age.


I think the solution is holding on.

Hold on to the youthful hopes.

Reach for receding freedom.

Fight for futility,

Futile as it may be.

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