Planted seeds, on fruitful lands
The rain is a blessing
Time is a miracle of growth
A key to the door of age count
It is funny how adults look
The same in a frozen state, status
Surrounded by worry, bills paying
That never stops coming
The young hold the keys to life
Happy to see the sun, for joy
Summer means less weight
Of clothes worn to burden hold
While we count our coins in piggy banks
And recount again hoping for miracles
Shrinking contacts with old friends
Loosing the ability to connect with new
Early sleep to wake early
With worrying thoughts as alarm bells
The young hold the keys to life
I wonder where I dropped mine
I swear I held it so close to my heart
So tight with grip so not to fall
Keys to life
The young hold the keys to life
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