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Vanity

Upon the summer days,

We’d run around in a craze.

Fears and worries set aside,

We set our souls free and glide.

 

Young and blind,

You know our kind:

Wild like a new born pup,

Only wanting to grow up.

 

We mature into our ears,

And dance across the years.

We pounce together,

Feet as light as a feather.

 

Our energy runs out,

And our lips begin to pout.

We slowly being to wilt,

And our posture starts to tilt.

 

Dancing to a slower beat,

We feel not so complete,

Our childhood has flown by,

And time forces us to comply.

 

You’re old now,

With a bead of sweat on your brow.

Should have held on tighter,

Should have proven you were a fighter.

 

Your eyes still show that twinkle,

As you earned every wrinkle.

You’re still a child inside,

Two parts of you like Jekyll and Hyde.

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Written by
adriana-rose-tooley
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Apr 14, 2013
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#love#young#old#age
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