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When I was Me


Being young i wasn't the best

I wasn't great but i seemed to be a pest

An aggravating, annoying kinda kid

The one who was angel but always had to hit

Dang i was mean

Now i'm older i finally looked back and seen

All these important things

All of my wants overcame my needs

Just a little boy

Always wanting the brand new toy

Just like all the others

But sadly i had no brothers

I do now and i'm proud to call them that

When their a pain or climbing all on my back

But back to the past

Back to the smell of the fresh cut summer grass

That i would play in

With the world's biggest grin

Or burn the leaves

And just ponder at my dad cutting trees

I help with all of that stuff now

And understand how

Raging mad you can get

When the wind blows or a little kid comes to kick it

I got little me’s now that i'm older

Having to be their model i'm gotta be a little bolder

And Smarter with what i do

So they can say “I wanna be just like you”

And make me smile so big

Watching them as a baby and now their a kid

Just like i was back then

Causing problems just like them

Trustworthy and responsible is how i've grown

And i've had times that it has shown

But now as i grow

The more is needed to know

And i’ll reap what i sow

 
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