What was it
We had to face
Every day? Let me see—
For starters there was
The same old sun,
The moon,
The stars,
The bittersweet feel
Of coarse earth under bare feet.
The main course was grin and bear it
Of course, though it wasn’t
All that bad in the end,
And one thing more
Just for the record—
Insecure brats we may have been,
But we knew for sure
Tomorrow would always be
A brand-new day!
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