Higher! - Poem by Igor Balatsky
When I was a boy of seven,
I used to climb apple-trees.
When I was a lad of fifteen,
I used to walk on the roofs.
When I was a young man,
I used to conquer the peaks.
And now I'm a grey-haired cloud,
I'm going wherever I want.
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