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Reflecting upon the past
I don't mean yesterday Or even a week ago Lets talk a decade or two When we were so young Most assuredly dumb And thought we knew everything I ponder how life turned out I never saw this coming And I wonder if my friends of old Ever feel the same as me Now that I am older I don't feel any wiser To be true I feel dumber then a box of rocks Mayhaps that is true wisdom To know you are ever learning I find myself comparing new friends With old friends Not that one is better then the other But I miss my friends of old And our silly stupid antics I wonder if I put a call out A call for a reunion If it would come to pass Alas we are all grown up now Or at least what passes for grown up With never any time to spare So here I sit Wistfully daydreaming
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