His wrinkles on face,
A crack on his tooth
He remembers too well
The glimpse of his youth
The fiery passion
His sweltering desires
He's a scout leader
Everyone admires...
He's a disciplinarian
Few don't understand
But it all makes sense
Accord to his plans
His young dreams
I see as sun rises
But will he remember
The smiles on our faces?
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What's Next?(The Untold 2)
PoetryYou'll never really learn unless you give yourself a hard try- Lei Strauss
