Life is a walk down a street
In the beginning its all new
The way,the sights,the smell,the people
And then you walk on with a spring to your steps
Learning new things and leaving behind a few
As the way is long you even befriend people
who go with you,some for a moment
and some for a longer time
The walk may tire you and you seek rest
But then you need to walk on
For at the end of the road
There awaits sights only you can see.
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