self

its funny how the past seems

like an old faded memory

it comes to us like pictures and scenes.

a time and space we can never visit again.

happy times, sad times.

a person we will never be again.

a time of change, a time of growth.

we can only ever wish for both.

a sign of the times, the trends all change.

will it make a difference at the end of the day?

dont hold back, dont give in.

be the person you are within.

they may laugh, they may stare.

but what the hell do you care?

Reviews

[My Fair Lady]

This is a wonderful self thought. The rythm is easily readable, and the content very thought provoking. Thanks for sharing Mamma

[Blake]

Great poem. I liked the meaning and the rhyming words within it. Keep it up.