I Remember

Just like yesterday it feels

The thought of it makes and breaks

When we could freely choose

Who we want to be in life


Older and older we grew

Always thinking

That there’s a piece of cake or a gold medal

At every breakthrough of class and age


Then we began to realize

The older we grew the clearer we see

And the better we began to understand

That more work is the reward of breakthroughs

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