Full
full is what i am
never have i been fullier
time passes by without a care in the world
never stopping only pushing faster and faster
as i lay beyond the stairs i wonder where the time has gone
where is the sippy cup and blanky that i loved so much why did it slip away
where is my light up shoes and winny the poo shirt
where has my first tooth gone and my cookies for santa claus
where has my recese gone and swinging on the swings
where did my hairless face go where did elementary go
how have i grown so tall when and will i touch the sky
how come i walk the halls with my head held high
when did scooters and bikes become cars and trucks
when did music become my life
what was marching band like
what is high school like
when will i learn to lose
when will i learn to never be become miscued
as my life paint my picture on the neverending canvus
i reflect apon lifes hurdels that i have jumped and landed
i realise that we are never finely done untill we fall and lose the race
i cherish my life an all the great many more memories to come
i just know that it will be a long many laps untill i pass the baton and my
final race done.
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