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Child, it’s gone.
I know you wanted more.
But all good eventually
Goes onto the next door.
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It’s tough to watch it go.
I know your pain, my son.
I recognize it like yesterday
When I learned that good must run.
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If it would stay with me
Till the end if my days,
How will I learn
To mend my ways?
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If light would not
Turn to night,
What would become
Of strengthened sight?
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Child, it’s gone.
I know the pain.
But I promise that you’ll
only learn to gain.
About the Creator
Rachel Steinmetz
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