When ‘she’ decides…
It is time for Fall, Winter
Summer or Spring.
I ‘use’ to be in fifth grade!
And sometimes I ‘act’
As if lessons learned…
I have yet in my life made,
To prove that at all!
I ‘use’ to have youthful looks.
And denied I was aging.
I ‘use’ to be what others say I had been.
And as long as I live…
I will always be what it was,
I am not now!
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