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My Future


My inspiration comes from

The days of the unknown

That are destined to come

Created all by my own

My kids laugh and play

Running through the park

Nothing gets in their way

From morning 'till dark

No worries at school

And no worries after

Because they abide by one little rule

To live each day with laughter

My husband spending his days

In the space beside mine

No worries as we praise

All the work we had to assign

A future without worry

Because of our education

And although it may seem blurry

It all starts with a single application

My inspiration comes from

The ideas of the unknown

No worries of money to come

Because my opportunities weren't blown

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