In my youth I'd chase things shiny and new

Now I take care of what loyal and used

I used to wander from place to place

Always on the go 

Now I'd rather sit and ponder

It is myself I'd like to know

I realize I am grown

not because of my height or my size

I haven't even lost the twinkle in my eye

But I prefer to maintain the things I have 

I no longer break and replace 

I find pride in maintenance

Preserving in grace


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