Gone
were the days
When
we were young
We
had our freedom
Though
pockets were empty
The
young minds couldn't see
A
stone throw from the house
We
could see the empty field
We
could pass our times there
But
we didn'think so far ahead
What
our lives would be
We
let time slipped away
We
buried ourselves in games
The
innocent lives couldn't stay forever
Growing
up years and moving to live independently
The
struggling to fill up the pockets
The
woes of living to stay alive
Now
the eyes could see far ahead
The
mind could imagine and plan
Some
could make it others would fall
The
fighting for survival was everyone skill
When
the day was done
We
could be the same
Decayed
and returned to the soil
Rich
or poor didn't matter at all
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