When young we don't realize,
The present is making a past for us,
A past for us to, blame our mistrust.
A past that was wrong,
Yet a past that made us strong.
A past that now we can joke about.
When ,at the time made us pout.
A past that can make us laugh,
And that is good making people laugh.
OUR PAST WAS BAD AND A JOKE.

OUR FUTURE IS GOOD WITH OUR FAMILY.

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