Cradle to the Grave

I was born anew and then I was done.
Coming fresh into this place,
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.

All was new; I was their fresh sun,
Too soon left for school with haste.
I was born anew and then I was done.

As a child all I wanted was fun.
Lining up with others to race,
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.

No longer was I young
When she touched me with grace.
I was born anew and then I was done.

All I wanted was a greater sum,
A fatter wallet and a pretty face.
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.

Now leaving behind what I have become.
Will I be leaving a trace?
I was born anew and then I was done,
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.

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