The Transition

life was much simpler.

I remember the days when I was young,

Living the day

Not worrying about what it'd brung,

I'd patter my tiny little feet across the floor,

Playing games

Thinking as if I was going to war,

My only worries were that my crayons had gone missing,

And when

Grandma would come over kissing,

It's sad to see that these days had gone,

Because I miss the days

When the wars had been won,

Now life's tough and I can't seem to catch a victory,

I was not aware

That this is what life would come to be,

So now I say goodbye to you all,

As to my death I shall fall,

Author's Note

Just a quick poem i thought out. What do you think?