This is my story,
it’s one I know well.
of leaves that once green, turned brown as they fell.
The days of my youth,
and innocence gone,
time playing with friends, out on the front lawn.
It seemed like forever,
but we grew up at last,
now I sit here, reminiscing the past.
I can see it all clearly,
staring back through the haze,
life is a strange arrangement of days
We seem to hold on,
to those days of regret,
but in the end lessons are all that we get.
The mistakes I make now,
I’m beginning to find,
one day will be lessons in the back of my mind.
So now I look forward,
to this one day ahead,
for this is the place my story has led.