She used to pluck the petals off the
Daisies that had the bad luck of
Crossing her path.
She used to wish on the night's first
Star brave enough to
Shine the brightest.
She used to hold her breath for a surprise, yet
Now she knows nothing worth waiting for
Comes from wishing.
She does the things she knows will
Bring her joy.
She takes as many chances as she can that
Only come once.
She looks ahead with enthusiasm and
Hope and smiles.
Those poor daisies!!
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