Change

by Mr. Denied 5889   Apr 4, 2005


I feel light in other people's hands, but I am worth much more.
I grow in size to the point than you need ten of me to equal a whole.
As I reach the end of this time, you need four of me.
The last thing I do is get put into the work force, and are changed forever.

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