The Wonder of Time

The Wonder of Time

 

The person I was yesteryear

was clumsy, frantic, odd.

Today the person standing here

could take on General Zod.

 

Achieving stuff is wonderful

but I took on way too much.

Now, with tasks less manifold

I've time to laugh and such.

 

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