How Is It
How is it
That weeks go by so fast,
But the days drag on forever?
How is it
That I can stare for hours
And not know what I'm looking at?
How is it
That I always have time for homework,
But I hardly have time to play?
How is it
That every one of us was a kid,
But some of us never acted like it?
Why is it
That we have to grow up so fast?
The End
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How Is It, which
was posted on Sep 15, 2010 by
SilentInsanity.
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"A poem I wrote in the morning, when I was thinking about how the days seemed to ..."
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