Monday, February 13, 2012


I thought it once, but never thought,
One day I would be old...
I traded time for memories,
Realizing now, my youth was sold.

I'd offer you my wisdom
Facts of life I found were true...
But the secret of life changes.
Every second starts anew.

Most that all youth thinks is true,
In time time, will prove it ain't...
Elders print the warning signs,
Still kids have to touch wet paint!

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