As morning light softly fills the air,
I recall days when life was fair.
Youthful dreams once soared so high,
Now routines in the hustle pass me by.
From 9 to 6, in the late office rush,
Navigating through traffic's hush.
Days structured, stress intertwined,
Yet dreams and passions still defined.
In quiet moments, memories unfold,
of stories not yet fully told.
Each new day brings a chance to renew,
Embrace the old and welcome the new.
Morning's calm and evening's grace,
In life's rhythm, find my place.
Though not as bold as in my youth is prime,
In quiet wisdom, I have found my time.
Let sunlight touch memories old,
Remind of stories yet untold.
Through challenges faced, I find my way,
In the grind of each demanding day.
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