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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Youth Every year I live Lasts an eternity Must I be treated like a child forever I speak no one listens Do sixteen year olds have no rights I know I have lived Adults tell me "one day you will understand" "wait till you have kids of your own" They tell me what to eat What to wear When to go Who I can hang with When to come home If only I was a grown up Things would be so different The Elder Every year Faster than the last It seems but hours ago I was so young Living my dreams The captain of my world I thought I would live forever Time is a cruel master Sapping my strength Leaving this disintegrating shell When I speak no one listens Someone else tells me they know best They decide what I wear Who I see Where I go. When did I lose control Why am I treated like a child My body betrays me Filled with pain Each year Feels like an eternity It is my time to go The Dead This thing I feared Has finally come The end is the beginning I am not scared A new body was prepared The energy of youth Paired with all I have learned A new beginning New dreams to live My Savior promised to forgive I approach God's throne Thankfully not alone Jesus here by my side On God's face a smile He says come sit for a while Today there is no rush No longer slave to time It doesn't pass too slow It won't vanish fast In fact it no longer exists Like my old body it has passed a way In the end God has the final say Talking To Yourself Contest Sponsor; Craig Cornish
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