Poetry

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Once when I was younger,
Boredom was my friend,
The days were long,
Not much to do,
I thought they would never end!
Even though my friends and I
would run, jump, and play,
There never seemed to be enough
to fill up all the day.
Oh how I disliked Boredom,
And wished he'd go away.

Since I have gotten older,
Boredom now has gone.
It seems my days are shorter,
With some things left undone.
Today my friends and I,
Have gone a separate way,
I always have too much to do
to fit into the day.

I often think of Boredom
and the way it used to be,
I'd like to see old Boredom,
If just for a day or three.

I imagine when I'm old and gray,
Boredom again will come my way,
Bringing back a longer day
that will seem to never end.
Once more I'll wish he'd go away,
Not want to be my friend.

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