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A Tree Of Dreams


I thought I knew

The meaning of happy

For I just got 

$1,000 of money

But what to do 

Oh what to do

Did this money grow on trees

Well it did for me

So I shall get a T.V.

Or maybe a new PC

After all 

College is far

And life is fun

There's nothing to worry about

Just as long as there is a sun

A sun to guide, a sun to lead

In the form of parents

Yes indeed

Perhaps a gift will be good

To thank them for their work

So I ask them simply

For their greatest wish

And they whisper to me

"A great life for my baby."

I look to them

Memories through my head

From when I was young

To today early in bed

And I say to them

Eyes full of tears

"I will make you proud one day."

"And that's a promise I will never forget."

So I take the money

And drive to the bank

I run inside

And slap it on the desk

The banker stares

Eyes with a strange expression

He looks at the money

Then looks at me

Tears well up in his eyes

And he smiles at me

"You made a good choice." he says

"The choice I could not make."

"This goes to college then, young man?"

"Without a doubt." I said

I walked out 

And looked at the sun

A brilliant ball

Falling out of the sky

But a new sun would rise

The coming day

And it all started with $1,000 pay

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Haresh
<p>-Life is a strange path in which we all have our different roads. But that does not mean they started from the same road, nor does it mean we will end on different roads.</p>

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