Like Spoiled Milk
Words of the past.
Babbling like a baby,
Dying from the drama.
These words smell funny.
Many years since then.
Crying over useless things,
Blowing money on candy.
Check the expiration date.
Things have totally changed.
No asking mom for rides,
Waking for work instead of school.
This has gone rotten.
Looking back on it all.
All of the silly decisions,
Lots of time down the drain.
Time to throw it out.
Throwing away childhood.
It's like spoiled milk,
Ages quickly with a lingering aroma.
Time to throw it out.
Time to buy another gallon of Milk.
For another phase,
The Milk of Adulthood.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
It'll spoil sooner than you think.
Copyright © Captain Dan | Year Posted 2012
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