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It’s too hard for you,
You wouldn’t understand.
That reasoning is impossible,
Stick to your plan.
School is a privilege,
So work your hardest
Don’t follow the cool kids,
Be who you are.
Back when I was a kid,
I was up at dawn,
Did my chores, schoolwork,
And then ran four and a half miles for track.
Why aren’t you more
Like me?

They don’t understand,
And they never will.
They’re too busy sewing or crocheting,
Theie fingers will go stiff,
And they’re bones will turn brittle.
Their feet won’t walk my halls,
Their fists won’t bang on my doors,
Demanding I do this or that,
Because that’s what they would’ve done,
When they were young
Like me.

But when time turns
Against them,
And they’re friends are all gone,
They’ll look at me,
With all their life’s regret
Reflecting off their eyes,
Into mine.
They’ll see how much I really watched them,
When I shouldn’t and should’ve been.
They’ll see all the things I do and did,
And they’ll ask me,
With sorrow in their voices;
“When did you become
So much,
Like me?”

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