When you’re a child
You are most mild
To care for
Your own chores.
When you’re a teen
You turn unclean
You sit around
Without a sound.
When you’re an adult
You’re not an insult
You’re the help
You’re the star in the yelps.
When you’re a senior
You are weaker
You loose ability
You are needy.
I love your poems but can you PLEASEEE do more stories
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And can you go on chat, iMessage, or hangouts?
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