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Years pass by
Memories grow old
Index pages drop
Finally fails identity.
Mature we are
But by age
Reluctant to
accept our lacuna.
What we miss
is really time
which is precious
to make us fine
We celebrate
when new year turns up
we recall happy
memories that ended up
Every moment
gives a lesson
but time is so
less for all lessons.
Work Work Work
we always push ourselves in
Home Home Home
They always rev us up.
Let us make
a pledge to
let parents feel
they are not uncared.
Let us make
a pledge to
let children feel
they are cared.
Talk to old
as young children
Talk to children
as matured adults.
Girls yet another
fellow people
Stop hurting them
be part of them.
Girls are sisters
sometimes mothers
Extend love and
multiply happiness.
Boys have to be
mature and firm
Friendly to parents
their matured form.
If all these
things happen
we are ready
to receive yet
another new year
two thousand fourteen.
This century is 14
years old teenager
let us be mature
enough as a voyager.
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