Stepping Stone

I was born and then I grew

Into something completely new

I was young and now I am old

with no hand to hold

I will soon be alone 

with no support 

In that moment I knew

I’m no longer young anymore

I do work and do taxes 

but not homework or subtraction

But deep inside I knew 

This was meant to happen

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