A Toast

Oh, to be a kid again,

to run on the motto, ‘I think I can,’

to not becoming so cynical,

and always feeling minuscule;


to always feeling right,

to denying every fright,

to playing until night,

and always feeling bright.


To not letting our brightness dim

on cold uncertain days

when, not knowing what will happen,

we look the other way;


to not becoming aware

of each and every tear

that comes with every scare

and can never be repaired.


To not knowing that each pass off

will never really help,

but always trying to be

nothing but ourselves.

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