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BE A CHILD WHILE YOU STILL CAN...
I remember them saying, “Be a child while you still can,” And remember thinking, “But I want to be grown up, like them...” I haven’t even reached it, Haven’t left my school bench, But understand the struggles: Unemployment, debt... Finally understand the constant smiles I see on adults’ faces, Realize for the very first time. They’re not meant for me, But for all the little ones, Thinking life’s a game Waiting anxiously, Pretending (like I use to) To be grown up like them... By: Anthia Verine Moultrie
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