Derek S.

The Good Old Days

The good old day
Where I played and played.
The conversations that I say,
All the friends that were made.

The time before school
Was golden to me.
We acted like fools.
But back then, I couldn’t see.

This day was no ordinary day.
Something different,
Something different,
Out of place like a needle in hay.

The difference was so great,
Almost a sin.
The isolation deteriorates,
My soul within.
While I count to a million and eight,
The thought slips in.

It’s hard to defend.
But, all good things come to an end.
I grab my stuff, good bye I say
Since school starts yet again today…


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