At long last! Here comes a day,
One day I have to spare,
A day to work, a day to play,
To change me if I dare.
Here comes the milestone I must cross,
Since crossing's what we do.
I will not count this day a loss
Nor trial to go through.
Here is a day to search and seek,
One final day to dream,
A day to not be small, but meek,
To gain my self esteem.
Though this is not my final day,
I'll live like it is anyway.
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