When I was New …

 

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When I was new the road was not busy,

The trees did not shade me as much as they do,

The kids cleared the leaves,

And the swing set was not creaky.

When I was new.

 

When I was new, my paint was so bright,

And windows so clear, all could see in.

The lawn was littered with children and bicycles,

Screaming and playing … when I was new.

 

Now the men are inside with their hammers,

Knocking my walls and inspecting my innards,

Just to determine what should come next.

Now I am nervous.

 

I wish I was new.

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