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I REMEMBER


I remember when we were kids

I was going to be someone

You wanted to be president.

Some of us wished to conquer space.



We made obligatory bids

At life. My plan was a dumb one.

That much has become evident.

Did we already lose the race?



Or did the race just take a turn?

I think our glasses have changed hues.

Not rosy now, but clear as day –

Every day, rough as its neighbor.



If disappointment we must spurn

And when we fail, believe we lose

We’ll never put our fears away

Nor find peace in all our labor.



There’s still some time to conquer space

And presidents are often old.

But dreams like that don’t make or break

The people that we all become.



So put on now a hopeful face

Be wise and eager, earnest, bold

A deep, deep breath of fresh air take

Your years aren’t measured by their sum.



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It's funny how this sort of thing becomes evident even once you get into your mid-twenties; I guess some people don't think about it until they're 40 and call it a mid-life crisis, but it's true. Not that all surprises in life are bad, of course.
 
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