Augusts come
Augusts gone
August here again
Everytime
A little different
Arriving and leaving
Faster
It seems

Not long ago
Just a child
In my age of innocense
Summer’s apex
The experience new
No fear of what lay ahead

Today
My month has changed so much
Seeking the answer to so many questions
Adolescence
I feel happy yet so sad
Summer almost ended
School only weeks away

What will the Augusts of tomorrow bring?
Enough time I hope
To examine with fondness
All the things
That held my mind
In the Augusts I have seen

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08/31/2013

Posted on 08/31/2013
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