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deyspublishing Life, Life lessons, People, poems, poetry, Uncategorized April 25, 2019April 23, 2019 1 Minute

I don’t think I belong here
I’m too young for this place
Yet older than my teachers
Still willing to embrace

The lessons to be learned
The wisdom to be gained
There’s more than meets the eye
There’s more to be obtained

From this experience of
This game of some sorts
An affair to remember
Through the eyes of a sport

Published by deyspublishing

A cronic optimist, creative writer and poet sharing hopes and dreams and beautiful things. I am Dorothy. View all posts by deyspublishing

Published April 25, 2019April 23, 2019

Laleh Chini says:

April 25, 2019 at 9:19 am

Love the poem.

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1. deyspublishing says:
  
  April 25, 2019 at 10:51 am
  
  Thank you ❤
  
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  1. Laleh Chini says:
    
    April 25, 2019 at 4:42 pm
    
    My pleasure.
    
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Ameet Kothari says:

April 25, 2019 at 9:48 am

D I loved the poem and learnt a lot… Will try to implement in my life…

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1. deyspublishing says:
  
  April 25, 2019 at 10:52 am
  
  Thanks!
  Good for you Ameet👍
  
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JanBeek says:

April 25, 2019 at 10:45 am

There’s always more to be gained … never too old, never too young… to learn!

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1. deyspublishing says:
  
  April 25, 2019 at 10:51 am
  
  I agree 100%.
  
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