Older.

When you were younger,

Days lasted much longer,

One year felt like an eternity,

But those eyes, those eyes, Are the prize,

The glistening spark,

That it will always have,

It leads down to your heart,

And explodes like a firework,

But all should not be daft,

Just look at life's face,

And give it a hearty laugh.

By: Ethan Mc Closkey

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