Missing My YouthA Poem by Mitcha little reminiscing. if only I knew how good I had itI don't want what I wanted before If possible I'd give it all back Now that I'm standing where it was I was going My troubles keep adding to stack
I want to go back to be far more foolish When my worst care above all was my day when I horribly navigated my way through my class Then went home and did nothing but play
My last attempts to recapture the time of my youth Become fewer and far in between All that is left is me standing right here Watching the reel of my memory screen © 2017 Mitch |
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Added on June 16, 2017Last Updated on June 16, 2017 |

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