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Past - Present Day - Future.

Baby - Past
You are smallest & the most cutest baby in the world.
You are fragile, perfect than you could ever imagine.
You are now independent by taking your first steps.
You are growing, speaking, walking & talking.

Child - Past
You start school, you are shy.
You make friends.
You share with your friends.
You have your first sleepover with your friends.

Teenager - Present
You start High School/Secondary School.
You lose old friends and gain new friends.
You go though change.
You move house.
You learn to drive.
You own a car.
You become sexually active.
You have your first girlfriend.
You have your first break up.
You have your first drink.
You have your first cigarette.

Adult Hood - Future.
You move out and become independent.
You have a job.
You settle down.
You travel the world.
You become successful.
You teach your children how you were tout by your own parents.
You have to let go of your children and let them go though life just like I have described in the poem.

Retirement - Future.
You grow old with your partner.
You become old and weak.
You have your children family member by your side.
You finale leave this earth and see heaven for what it really is.

Because who know what happened's after death you could live this over and over again.

poem by Billy AstonWright
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From young stage to death

I remember I remember
I remember I remember

I remember, when I was young
My friends and I have no problems
We used to go to the grazing
Grazing by the river side
We played very nice there
There were no parents to cause discrimination among us
There were no difference between a girl and a boy
We were as together as a river family

Tissues of lies were being spoken out there
Singing very nice
Talking about our favorite movies
It was A December time brake baby and the schools were closed
It was very nice to show off what we learn from our diversified schools
No problems just like I told you
Short battles hear and there
School re-opening
Tears role
They role when you live you truly friends
You cannot stop to miss those lovely tiny voices from the bushes
But let me tell you baby you don’t know
You don’t know what does ouderdom brings to you
Yours truly, friends are no longer your truly friends
There are now different subculture to grow among them

Some of them are smokers and you don’t smoke
Some of them have girlfriend and you are afraid of HIV
Some of them are poor and you are rich, and vice versa
Some of them are jealousy and you are not
Some of them have seen something or they have told that you are something that you are not
That is how painful to be an adult person

I am very old baby I am very old
I have come to the stage where I am going to need the aid of my grandchilds
I have done all just to make them live that sound life
I have tob start to beg on them Baby I have to beg.
I have to wait for some month just for on e request on them
They will tell me that Ouma and Oupa live at hoe I don’t think that debate will need you
Hello my little child
You take me for granted
You don’t allow me to give you some advices
You think that all that I am saying is tale because I am coming from the past family
Hey: listen to me: Go to your own desired youth subculture
And remember one thing or advice from me
These are my poor hands and eyes
These eyes have survived for 95 years sever little dangers across forest
I don’t know about your 15 -36 year’s lives because I am born in the past
But the fact is – you cannot make something from nothing
If you are to survive these lives you need my mature advices
What a lovely adolescent subculture the youth of today are playing out with our parent
Congratulations, we shall see you in you 50 years time

poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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Evergreen School Days........

Our evergreen school days
will not come back again
From the nursery to high school
we learnt the best
and the best that taught by our teachers
Our school life was full of cheers
and lived with full of mischievous
but the discipline was maintained well
We sang and danced without
thinking of our future.
We spent money without earned them
When the school start after the vacation
we meet our friends happily and
welcomed new friends dearly
We played all the games and we won
many games with out care of sun or rain
Many years have been gone
today we live different parts of the world
but the memories of our school days
will live in our hearts as ever green days.

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Friends

Show me your friend
And I can tell your character.

The friends you keep,
Determine your deeds,
Reveal your preferences,
Inform your references.

The friends you move with,
Shape your attitude,
Mold your aptitude,
Decide your future altitude.

Friends are of different types.
They come in different styles.
So be mindful of your picking,
So as not to regret your pick.

Friends can make you,
Friends can break you.
Friends can prop you up,
Friends can pluck you down.
Some friends can further your cause,
Others can cause you your feathers.
What type, are yours?

poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Grade

We go to school and we learn
We go to school and we laugh
We go to school and we make friends
We go to school to know life
But parents are thinking something else
You should do better
You should do harder
It's just a year or two do your best
Are grade only part of us?
Does school offer us nothing more than grades?
School teach us how to laugh and cry
School is not only for grade
Please Mom Dad respect that

poem by Custous Angelus
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Advice to Little Children

Bless those little children
That love to go to school;
Blessed be the children
That obey the golden rule.

Children, love your parents,
For they have cared for you;
When you were little infants
They watched and prayed for you.

CHORUS:

Bless those little children
That go to Sabbath school,
For they hear of Jesus,
And learn the golden rule.

Prayed that you might some day
Give a pleasant smile,
Be a comfort in their old age,
And be a loving child.

Now my little children,
Be cheerful in your song,
And make your home an Eden,
For all the day long.

Chorus --

Love your little school-mates,
Be gentle in your play,
Be kind to your teachers,
And their commands obey.

Oh! then you will be happy
In the bright world to come,
For then your friends will love you
Forever, little ones.

poem by Julia A Moore
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Last day of my school

That was the day when i met
My good friends during the sunset
And having many regrets
My last day at school
Everyone was so worried
here had those times buried
When to reach the school we hurried
My last day at school
Leaving the school hurt me a lot
What a present I silently got
And I promised to forget my friends not
My last day at school
From the beginning to the end
Sweet messages were sent
Everything happened that meant
My last day at school
Sometimes I stop thinking
That my beautiful moments are sinking
And I keep my friend’s phones ringing
My last day at school
I do not like to enter
The new college centre
This all seems like dementor
My last day at school
When I weep
And my tears fall deep
And I got precious gifts to keep
My last day school

poem by Muhammad Raza Master
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What I Go To School For

Her voice is echoed in my mind
I count the days till she is mine
Can't tell my friends cos they will laugh
I love a member of the staff

I fight my way to front of class
To get the best view of her ass
I drop a pencil on the floor
She bends down and shows me moreand#8230;.

That's what I go to school for
Even though it is a real bore
You can call me crazy
I know that she craves me
That's what I go to school for
Even though it is a real bore
Girlfriends I've had plenty
None like Miss Mackenzie
That's what I go to school for
That's what I go to school for

So she may be thirty-three
But that doesn't bother me
Her boyfriends working out of town
I find a reason to go round

I climb a tree outside her home
To make sure she is all alone
I see her in her underwear
I can't help but stop and stare

Everyone that u teach all day knows your looking at me in a different way
I guess thats why my marks are getting so high
I can see those tell tale signs telling me that I was on your mind
I could see that you want it more when you told me that I'm what you go to school for
I'm what you go to school for

She's packed her bag its in the trunk
Looks like she's picked herself a hunk
We drive past school to say goodbye
My friends they can't believe their eyesand#8230;.

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The Unusual Cradle Of Fun

'school is fun', seemed
weird coming out of a
4th grader.
ask why and you'll have
it crisp, 'i have friends
and teachers are game'.
she reaches 8 grade and
fights over petty issues
then her friends come up
and provide her, with tissues.
think, this is cool?
but now thats the end
friends leave school
and she is left alone
they changed her class
they altered her interest
the one who cut classes
, now sat in those rooms
sans friends, sans fun
sans company, sans everything

from fun and learn,
it changed to bore and learn
inspiration is worth nothing
family gave her something,
probably the last hope to survive,
to learn and adjust;
now fun was only family;

'school is not fun', now seemed
weird coming out of a 10th grader.

poem by Taanya Khanna
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Time Is Not On My Side

Walking and talking have yet to come; crying and sleeping still prevail,
Now you can walk and talk and your parents beg you to stop, but to no avail.
School, sports, and friends occupy your time; sometimes it is hard to find some individuality,
It is time to settle down and start a family, your whole life becomes reality.
Playing golf, retiring in style, all the while you grow closer to the last mile,
Sick and tired to the bone, realizing now it is time for the final trial.
Friends and family all come to pay their respect; I never understood that mystery,
The final tribute is with the epitaph, everyone who reads it will know my legacy.
How is it determined if you will be able to experience all stages?
They say there is a deity that will ultimately put us in our cages.

poem by Drew Miller
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Mummy, Mummy Who Invented School?

mummy, mummy,
who invented school?

oh, sweetheart,
what a clever girl you are;
why don’t you tell me first
who you think invented school?

I think, mummy,
school must have been invented
it must be by people
like old grumpy Uncle Grim
next door;
and the grouchy Aunty Scowl
who lives behind our house

oh no, darling,
oh no, not at all:
O darling,
wise men and women
of the past
they invented school

oh, mummy,
they couldn’t
have been wise
not if you went to school
and see what happens in class;
surely those men and women
of the past
couldn’t have been wise
if they created places
where little kids are tested
every three days;
and little John thinks he’s stupid
and little Sue says she’d rather
stay at home and sleep;
and Tua and Helen are always
tense and nervous
and Chandra snores while the teacher talks

oh no -
oh, no darling,
oh no,
it’s not like that at all:
O darling,
they were wise and all-knowing
those
sage men and women
of the past
who invented school
so little children like you and your friends
can go and learn all you need to know

but why mummy,
why a school?
is it because daddy and you
and grandma and grandpa
you know nothing and
you can’t teach me
what I need to know?

oh, no darling,
oh no not at all;
O darling,
you must listen to mummy -
wise men and women
of the past
most certainly
they invented school

poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Old School House At Ruby

In old school house yard at Ruby a dark brown shorthorn cow
And leghorn pullets cackling beneath the cypress bough
This school must hold good memories and memories live somehow
Here in their lunch hour children played but where are those children now? .

The old school room now a tea room has undergone some change
And if past pupil came back here he'd find the place quite strange
Where is the desk he sat at? the blackboard is not there
And time has brought change to Ruby as it has done elsewhere.

The old school house at Ruby a memory of past years
Here Ruby children sang and laughed and shed their fledgeling tears
And do those children of Ruby who now live far away
In dreams return to old school house and Ruby childhood day? .

The old school house at Ruby a memory of the past
And time has brought about some change and time bring change too fast
This school must hold good memories and memories live somehow
Here in their lunch hour children played but where are those children now? .

poem by Francis Duggan
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Highschool Friendships

High school friendships rarely last
Eventually school becomes a blurry past
As we get caught up in our lives
Forget to be good husbands and wives
Constantly working to pay bills and taxes
No one stops and relaxes
Kids are ignored by busy parents
Who always get in arguments
As we move along its work, eat, sleep
We all continue weather happy or sad
And sometimes we miss the high school friends we had

poem by Breanna Verkon
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School- My Palace

For me school is a palace,
with teachers excelling in solace,
School is a sapling of wisdom and wealth,
known for not burdening us to death,
It is a place of fun, frolic and fiesta,
along with anger, enemity and siesta,
A school is a temple of learning,
the beginning of man's earning,
A school is like a kaliedoscope of exploring,
which set Einstein and Curie pondering,
It is the hub of future excellences,
with a wide variety of references,
It is a house where Friends and teachers meet,
making the atmosphere full of excitement and discreet,
School is always the best,
for the present and future to rest.

poem by Shivani Pillai
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The Ticking Clock

The clock's ticking, but which direction will I go? Life's passing me by, but I don't know where to run. Where do I start on this road? The road that lays ahead is my future of my life so I need to make the right choices, but life is pressuring me. Drugs and dropping out of school is what seems to be cool. Most of my friends have done it, but my mom says no. Will I be uncool? My mom so unfaifr maybe I should run away John did, but he died a few months later, drug overdose, got with the wrong crowds. They ran away from there family to. But maybe I should listen, my mom might acgually just care, and want me to make somthing of myself. I went to school and chose my moms advice, I came back to see my old friends, two died, one in jail, and the rest work at the grocery. I guess I made the right choice and went to school and didn't follow the crowds that thought they was cool.

poem by Angela Ratley
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No More Middle School

The day is almost here
The day that we graduate from
Middle school and go
off to highschool
they say that it will be a wonderful
experience for you
but it will be hard
hard is not the word for it
Suddenly we get more
responsibilites and people act like
over the summer we became adults
The day is almost here
that we leave the memories behind
all of the laughs and crys
all we have to remind
us are all thoses silly
pictures we took
and pictures in our heads
i will never forget the friends that i will
leave behind because no
matter what happens we
are still best friends
even if we dont see eachother for a year or two
but the friends that come with me
will stand by me through this and we will make it
it may be hard but with the
help of my friends ill make it though high school

poem by Colleen Martin
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Back In The Days

When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I was very loud. [1]
I was very shy. [2]
I had a lot of friends, [1]
I had little friends, [2]
my parents were proud, [1]
my parents lived a lie. [2]

When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
prom was coming next week. [1]
prom was soon coming up. [2]
Daddy bought me a dress, [1]
Momma took me to a shop, [2]
So nervous I couldn't breathe. [1]
bought me a black tux. [2]

When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I was the prettiest of them all. [1]
I wasn't noticed well. [2]
There's this boy I barely noticed, [1]
The prettiest girl in school... [2]
is so handsome and so tall. [1]
so pretty and so swell. [2]

When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
he reached to hold my hand. [1]
I reached for her hand. [2]
As nervous as he was, [1]
My heart shook; my voice was weak, [2]
he asked me to the dance. [1]
I asked her to the dance. [2]

When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
after the prom I got the news. [1]
I'm to go to war next week. [2]
He was drafted in the army, [1]
I wish there was a way, [2]
and to be sent off too soon. [1]
all I could do was pray. [2]

When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I watched him be taken away. [1]
I told her, 'I love you.' [2]
That tall and handsome man, [1]
Tears fell down her cheeks, [2]
is still in my heart to this day. [1]
her hand in marriage; can't take me away. [2]

poem by Heather Cropper
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Family First

Friends may come and friends may go
Family is first and this I know
Putting friends first is a mistake
And not one that you should make

Family’s forever and this I know
Friends enter your life and then they go
Making friends is fun trust me with this
But not something you would miss

Love your family while they are here
Keep their love very near
Family can leave the world at any time
So don’t make yourself feel like slime

Family is here to comfort you
I know your friends do this too
Without your family you would be lost
Hold on to them no matter the cost

poem by Bonnie B Long
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Family first

Friends may come and friends may go
Family is first and this I know
Putting friends first is a mistake
And not one that you should make

Family’s forever and this I know
Friends enter your life and then they go
Making friends is fun trust me with this
But not something you would miss

Love your family while they are here
Keep their love very near
Family can leave the world at any time
So don’t make yourself feel like slime

Family is here to comfort you
I know your friends do this too
Without your family you would be lost
Hold on to them no matter the cost

poem by Cheyanne Whien
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With A Little Help From My Friends

What would you do if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me
Lend me your ears and Ill sing you a song
Ill try not to sing out of key
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Yes, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Im gonna try with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love - shes away
(does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(are you sad becaouse youre on your own
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Yes, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Im gonna try with a little help from my friends
Baby I dont know
Baby I dont know
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Yes, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Im gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody
I just need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love
Could you believe in the love at first sight
Yes, Im certain it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn off the light
I cant tell you but Im sure I feel nice
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Yes, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Im gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody
I just need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
Baby I dont know
Baby I dont know
Oh, Ill get by with a little help from my friends
Yes, Ill get high with a little help from my friends
Im gonna try with a little help from my friends

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From young stage to death

Old Friends

Evergreen School Days........

Friends

Grade

Advice to Little Children

Last day of my school

What I Go To School For

The Unusual Cradle Of Fun

Time Is Not On My Side

Mummy, Mummy Who Invented School?

The Old School House At Ruby

Highschool Friendships

School- My Palace

The Ticking Clock

No More Middle School

Back In The Days

Family First

Family first

With A Little Help From My Friends

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Past - Present Day - Future.

Related quotes

From young stage to death

Old Friends

Evergreen School Days........

Friends

Grade

Advice to Little Children

Last day of my school

What I Go To School For

The Unusual Cradle Of Fun

Time Is Not On My Side

Mummy, Mummy Who Invented School?

The Old School House At Ruby

Highschool Friendships

School- My Palace

The Ticking Clock

No More Middle School

Back In The Days

Family First

Family first

With A Little Help From My Friends

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