You get older and think,
"Where did my time go?"
Atleast a third of my life
Seems to be over.
I don't know how long
I will live,
But, I hope longer than usual.
You may be grateful of your childhood,
Maybe you aren't,
Heck, maybe you're in the middle.
I don't know.
We all have things
That we don't like about ourselves
That may have happened.
Don't trust many
Or anyone to tell.
Most of us die alone,
So don't worry about living that way.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem