Every minute was a chance to play
Running up and down
All those nicest days they were
Though they have passed
When there is no reason to reason
No pain or hate whatever way
They were nicest times
The brightest of growing up
Sometimes I wish I was young
Then I would tell myself
Not to love much ,not to expect much
Possible way to survive
Closing my heart to expectations
Closure of heart reduces harm
Warmth it's lingers for
But pain is complimentary to joy
Anyway it's fate to grow up
It's life to face sorrow and distrust
You grow up towards death
You live on towards success
©elisahim
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