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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