As a child
When I was young I slept on concrete ground
Due to the house holding 4 adults and 7 kids
Now I pursue never too
Youger me wanted to be like my father
But as I aged his life style became a bother
When I was young dude I was told, ignorance is bliss
I never really understood
Now I am older and wish I never did
But here I am working hard to create a better life
So that my children will never experience what I have
As a child
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