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Younger wanting to be older Older wanting to be young Child wishing to be bigger Bigger wishing to be thinner Teen wanting a clearer face Clearer face wanting a better body People lamenting bad hair days Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . . We diss what we have Wish for what we lack When what we have is gone Oh, what we'd give to have it back! Youthful desires for future yearning Future bearing down like a train Elders' memories of past unnerving Hit by a train never the same *** 10/7/2020 Seems like we're never satisfied. If you're an adolescent you want to be an adult. If you're older you want to be younger. And on and on and on. Why can't we just be content and enjoy what we have at any given time?

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Date: 2/8/2021 9:43:00 PM
I'd liked to be taller, and smarter like you.
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Mark Toney
Date: 2/9/2021 11:58:00 AM
Shorter and smarter will have to do, Barbara! ;)
Date: 10/26/2020 5:51:00 AM
Very true I always wish to be taller... good job Mark .... the train of life goes on changing and we are never the same . You have expressed your thoughts well . Keep.it up
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Disha Munot
Date: 10/28/2020 9:41:00 PM
You too .
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Mark Toney
Date: 10/27/2020 10:51:00 AM
Thank you for your kind encouragement, Disha. Take care and stay safe! ~Mark
Date: 10/7/2020 6:51:00 PM
So true, I remember in high school wishing I could be a smaller size ~ now I wish I could be my high school size, but we need to appreciate what we have right now!
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Mark Toney
Date: 10/8/2020 5:11:00 AM
I know, right! I always appreciate your comments, Michelle. Have a nice, safe weekend! ~Mark