Children are the innocent small beings,

With cute little naughtiness.

Their smile is a blessing,

For the ones who live for them.

Childhood is a memory for us,

That we lived for years.

No stress or tension,

But only joy.

Not so needy to mention.

But I would like to say,

Live and die as soon as you can,

Don’t worry for tomorrow and always smile,

It’s not a joke,

It’s not a folk,

 

It’s a life you may never get again to live.

 

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    1. Ik this age of teen, in poems u r keen. U are so small, ur writings stands tall. U write so much lines at this age, what will u write when u grow up. I cant wait 😀

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