Myself
I may still be growing and learning
But I still wish to leave marks
On the world that continues to make barks
Throughout my life I am always yearning
For the joy of family yet always earning
Their mistrusts and lighting up unwanting sparks
That will surely come be one of many bookmarks
They will surely use continually in earnest while I am ageing
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