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Memoir
Towards the end of your life, it's hard to look back.
It's hard to remember everything, you start losing track.
First I was born, looking at my mother's big grin.
I hadn't done anything then, not a single sin.
Next came pre school, and I definitely put on a big show,
I held onto my dad's hand, never wanting to let go.
Fast forward to kindergarden, I felt oh-so brave,
That's a memory I forever want to save.
Then came my first year of middle school,
I remember feeling so calm and cool,
Then came eight grade, I had grown so tall,
I had great friends by then, ones who catch me when I fall.
Skip a few and I'm finishing high school, with triumphant eyes and a smile,
That's one thing I'll remember for a while,
Now i've finished college, which really flew past,
Looking back, I went through school so fast!
Somewhere in my twenties, I think I began to sob,
I had barely any money, and I had no job.
But then I met my husband, the kindest man on earth,
We wanted a family, so soon after that I gave birth.
When I turned 50, I was a little sad,
But I was in a happy place, for that I was glad.
Turning 75, my kids are big and strong,
They have families Now, and have a place to belong.
After that, I can't say I remember much more,
I've grown very sick, and I don't think there's a cure.
But when people pass me by, they just see some woman whose old.
I just wish for once, my story could be told.
I'm not asking for a whole big show,
I just want someone to know,
It's about how you got there, not where you are,
There were many bumps in the road, but you traveled so far.
So perhaps I've seen my last sun and moon,
And maybe the end for me is very soon.
I'm not asking for much, I don't want fame or glory,
I'd just like a few people to know who I am, and to hear my story.
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