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IN PENCIL
I'm writing
this in pencil,
Because that's the
way it should be,
Faint and easily
erasable,
Knowing that it will
never last forever,
That's the way life
should be.
Then as we write our
history down,
We can take back,
We can rub off,
All our mistakes,
All the wrong turns
we make.
But we need these
mistakes,
To make us who we
are,
To make me a better
me,
To make you a wiser
you,
To really live and
learn.
I thus so pick up a
pen,
you must so pick up
a chisel,
As I write mine down
on parchment,
You etch yours out
in stone,
And we never again
live our lives in
pencil.
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