The Old Me

The Old Me—ZenPens

Life is about changes
Things vary day by day
Man grows per minute
Growth tallies with maturity.

The new me….
I care a lot
I give too much
I love easily
And I tolerate more than I do.

I miss the old me…
When wickedness was my other name
When heartlessness was my symbol
When stinginess was my title
Those days I lived to my own desire.

The new me irritates me
People treat me like a chaff
Like a gal with no ambition
Like a gal with harmless nature
And a gal with the least reaction

The new me irks me
It hurts me a lot
People make people to change…
I think I gat to change
I wish I could go back to THE OLD ME
I really wish I could SOMEDAY

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