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TAG ME #human ?!




When I was a little infant and was understanding the new found art of living,

I was tagged #lazy, #naughty, #prodigy, #phenomenal, #pain, #touchy

 

When I grew up to a toddler and was learning your hard bound rules,

I was tagged #slow, #immature, #jumpy, #tough, #bubbly, #plump

 

As I grew further finding my way into my teens and adjusting to your world,

I was tagged #fair/dark, #fat/skinny, #hot/cool, #sweet/rude

 

Well into my youth, just as I thought I had mastered this mysterious art,

I was tagged #ambitious/aimless, #achiever/loser, #leader/follower, #smart/cunning

 

A little later in my life, when I was gearing up to experience the vicious circle,

I was tagged #best/worst, #gold digger/charity case, #too busy/too lucky

 

And now as I am almost nearing my end, I look back at the tags I have had all along,

I can only think of one little thing – call it a dream, a desire, a plea, a request, an order, 

a command, a question or whatever your heart is content with……………

 

At least once, before I say goodbye to all those who have tagged me ever since……..

 

TAG ME #human?!

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