Lost tears...

Tonight I cried for the passing of my youth,
for the passing of childhood,
for the passing of time.

I cried for the passing years of my kids childhood,
for the memories of joy and tears,
for the changing.

I'm not young anymore.
I still have dreams buried somewhere.
It's all passing so fast.

Where am I going?
Where am I going to be?
I wish I knew.

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