The Days
here it is,
the end of our chapter,
i can finally tell that little child its over.
those endless years,
now they didn’t even seem that slow,
time to explore the world with what you have come know.
soon those nights will roll in of remember when,
it was all so easy back then.
talking back on the days in school hating every second,
you will one day spill out the words,
i wish i could experience it all again.
thinking as a kid will this day ever end,
today you are set free and with eternity to spend.
this wasn’t everyones favourite place and would rather make a life on there own,
for others they have built these walls into rome.
some got lost in the crowd,
others walked around with there voices loud.
the child you once were has now parted with the wind,
but this is all you have ever really known,
sitting and waiting for the clock to strike and the bell to ring,
to start the weekend freedom
and everyone feeling like there own king.
after 12 years years i think its time we go home,
to take pride of who we have become and make this world your own.
so are you ready to move on ?
for some they might have to leave behind friendships that have lasted so long.
this whole experience is soon to be a picture on the wall,
you will never again have to worry about that morning call.
these memories made,
will soon be stories you will tell as they fade.
one thing you may have come to learn,
life will pass you by in a instant,
so understand we are in the good old days,
enjoy every second because this will all soon be a distant haze.
Copyright © Robert Moran | Year Posted 2025
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