Life's a mystery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Something that was crumped in my mind ... Hmm, crumped, is that a word? Who knows, but I felt like it would describe how everything in this poem could relate to that one single word : "crumped".

Just because we're growing older, doesn't mean the child inside us will die.
Just because we're growing taller, doesn't mean we have to hide.

Learning about the world and it's mystery's,
Is really nothing new to me.
Hearing about the problems that occur,
It's nothing new, haven't you heard?

Live everyday like it's the last day on earth,
Smile like you're up to something,
Frown only because you lost your favorite shoes.
Cry only because you know it's true.
Walk like your on air,
Let them all stare,
Act like you own your own property,
That allows only those who respect thee.
Be confident,
Be proud.
Dance when there's no music.
Sing out of tune.
Read upside-down.
Wear your shirt backwards.
We're all different,
Yes, it's a mystery,
But, it's really nothing new to me.

Submitted: May 30, 2009

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