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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