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BEFORE EIGHTEEN
- Remembering
where life began
- Joyful and happy where I played and ran,
- Sometimes having little or nothing to eat
- Yet life was a delicious treat
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- Parents
working from dawn to dust
- Broken down house, galvanized filled with rust
- The days were hot and long
- Even with little I was vibrantly strong
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- Time
passed, I turned eighteen
- The joys of life became just a dream,
- Responsibilities fell on my shoulder
- My conviction wouldn’t let me not bother
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- Dad
said, Son, you must go
- Not knowing awaiting me was much sorrow,
- For all that is and has been
- I long for the days before I was eighteen!
