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Life

Written 1997

 

Life’s always fun where you’re little

You run, you play, you jump, and giggle.

But as the years go by,

People become sly.

Slowly does the fun fade away,

Like the sun at the end of the day.

All of a sudden you’re there by your lonesome

With no one to talk to, to play with, or hear from.

Everyone’s off doing their own thing,

Leaving you there like they’re all queens and kings.

Boy, do you wish things could be like they were,

But no one will act their own age and mature.

Maybe someday they’ll realize they’re wrong,

But until then you’ll just have to hang on.

Mushroom with butterfly

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