When we are born,
we don't have a choice.
Our parents will love us,
we listen to the voice.
As we grow older,
we then start to wish,
toys,nice food,nice home and love.
We go to school,
at first,it's not nice.
If the building is old,
we might even see mice.
Towards the end of our schooling,
we start to realize.
That wishing and hoping,
not happening,before our eyes!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2019
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