Have you, like me…

Grown weary,

Knowing you’ve grown,

Aged out,

Of the (“groan”) school closing days,

Rearranging the clothes you, yourself laid out...

“My, how they’ve grown” (moan) 

As I was told,

As my own mother grew old,

“Enjoy every moment…they wiz by…” Good words to live by. 

(guess it’s just an old habit, as I still find myself checking, first thing each moaning…) 

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