To be a lad, one must be
glad.
Dawn is on; Full day is to
prolong.
Health has surge; Mind has
urge.
Fresh is the brain to print
and reprint.
Imprints are hard, not
erasable.
With him, the old and the
young fall in love.
Much to venture and for
adventure.
Life is tasty and love is
handy.
As a lad, he craves for
manhood,
And misses the bus. When old,
he regrets.
08.07.2001
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