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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