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A sunny day
An open field
The grass almost green
His stick to wield
Happiness is found
It's the simple things
His world all around
What new moments bring
Through younger eyes
I see myself
But these latter years
I lost myself
The ignorance of youth
And what lies in wait
He cannot know
It's a long road to fate
I have so much
He has nothing
What I have lost with age
Youth gives him something
Feeling pity for him
Yet envious as well
He seems lost in his moment
While I live in hell
I am fourty four
He is only nine
I search no more
For things he might find
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