When i was one, life was chum
Then i was two, and learnt to poo
Soon came three, to walk and be free
Along came four, food mum, more
Next came five, school came alive
Wham bam six, grazed knees to fix
Straight into seven, tree hut was my heaven
Before long eight, always in bed late
Turning nine, almost at that double digit line
Begun the great ten, felt ready to join the men
Flying into eleven, felt like yesterday i was seven
Falling into twelve, to college i longed to delve
Launching into thirteen, suddenly girls were seen
Striding through fourteen, she was my lifes queen
Crunch at fifteen, suddenly life gets mean
Still at sixteen, mum yells to clean
Meeting seventeen, to drink i am keen
Confusing eighteen, still lost too my scene
Reaching nineteen, off school i must wean
Life flys at old twenty, like a ball off a tee
At twenty-one, of me what is to become?
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