Tuesday, March 8, 2011


As a kid you liked another’s toy,
Toys your own fetched no joy.
In  adolescence you wanna be, 
Someone you are not meant to be.
As an adult you tend to condescend,
For many reasons you have failed to transcend.
The more you compared ,the more you cried,
For the grass less green on the other side.

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