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Nov 2010
It's Strange to think
How things will change
Tomorrow doesn't smell
Like yesterday
And things I love
Will start to fade
While others will follow
To the grave
And seasons will change
The things I crave
I fear will never be the same
What I believe
You may find strange
Yet the answers might linger
With some for days
And my life will leave
The surface grazed
As I often failed
And so remains
Years and years
Of years unscathed
And who will teach
My son to behave?
Time went and came
And I its slave
The mystery
I felt in waves
Learned less in a lifetime
Than in a day
It's strange to think
How things will change
So go on, now,
Be on your way
And forget not
To always pray
For life is still waiting
Let your path go Astray
There's still so much to see
Written by
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