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The cost of growing up is

To give up all your wonder,

With each baby step you take,

In exchange for wisdom,

Some genuine, mostly fake,

And march on the plank with head held high,

For the Maker to meet His make,

Only to hear Him say,

“Nice try my child!”

©Sai

3/4/2021

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Dynamo

Written by Sai

When thoughts began to rhyme,
And lines found a heartbeat,
I transformed from a dentist to a poet.

Dad

Free from concrete