The End

When I was One,
I had just begun.

When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.

When I was Four,
I was not much more.

When I was Five,
I was just alive.

But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

by Alan Alexander Milne

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Oma/Opa taught me what love is NOT. SHE showed me what is.
Oma? Opa? Bigger piece of cake? Who blew out your candle? Come back...look into the light. Where is the love?
Now I hear the boy and the man