The Grass of My Youth
The grass on my youth,
Was well used.
I ran across it,
All the time.
It was that green, green grass.
I played ball on it,
And ran fast.
Us children screamed and yelled there.
I grew up and then,
It was grass to walk on.
We strolled across it.
We sat down on it.
This also green, green grass,
Was so lovely.
It was the grass of older age.
It was the grass of life.
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