Ten years old,
I’ve learned how to tie my shoes.
Twenty years old,
I’ve learned how I like my booze.
Thirty years old,
I’ve learned to get up and go to work.
Forty years old,
I’ve learned to appreciate my quirks.
Fifty years old,
I’ve learned my kids are now adults,
Sixty years old,
I’ve learned to ignore the world’s insults.
Seventy years old,
I’ve learned how much a person I can miss.
Eighty years old,
I’ve learned how precious time here is.
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Hi everyone!
I'm a young girl on twenty-one, who is currently taking the bachelor Popular Fiction at the South Gate Society School of Creative Writing.
Here I'll study every kind of writing, which means this website will be about anything from short stories to poems. I will write everything from my preferred subject - fantasy - to experimental texts, where I'll try to grow as an author.
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This is lovely. The wisdom of all the ages. 🙂
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Thank you – that was exactly what I wanted to communicate, so to speak 😉
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Wow. Wow. Profound!
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Thank you! 😀
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This reads like a classic — and is probably making its way into future’s classic. One fine gem here.
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