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What Happened to Me

Through the eyes of a child there was no strife;
just fun and games and a healthy life;
There were no enemies or wars to fight,
Through the eyes of a child.

Through the ears of a child heard the noise;
of laughter and giggling of the girls and boys; 
and I listened intently to the old ones words.
Through the ears of a child.

Through the lips of a child I spoke the old ones words,
and made many enemies of those who heard;
Though I was just repeating what I had heard,
Through the lips of a child.

Soon I became a man through the old ones words,
and life for me became more absurd.
There is no more laughing or games to play,
for now I am the old one teaching the young, old ways.

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