A final look, a final stare
to all the things simple and fair
A final of things I things I bear
from all the joys a “youngblood” once heir
A final look, a final wave
from all the times I misbehave
A final stroke, of things to store & file
from all the times I cried and smile
A final look, a final kiss
from all the people the “child” would miss
A final look, of things to see
As I take the road down to adult’s infinity
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