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How things used to be


I was so young, so innocent

didn’t know any better

Still learning the ways of life

Everything was still a game

 

Everything was easy and simple

No worries, just to live life

to its full potential

 

Dreams were just

Endless opportunities of

walking on the moon

Or singing in a big auditorium 

where all the seats are filled

 

Back then, I wore

a t-shirt and

baggy jeans, with

shoes that weren’t in style

But I didn’t care

as long as I was happy.

 

But now it’s different.

Things changed

All of sudden, I’m tired.

 

I learned that there are things to do,

besides watching the latest shows

or playing games.

 

It was time to prepare for the world.

The big, scary world

 

New people, new Presidents,

new experiences.

Quite frankly, I wasn’t too

fond of it all.

 

As I got older I noticed the

Things in the world got older too

the house, the neighborhood, and the

people around me

 

The world around me became 

More gray

Society had changed

 

I had changed

 

I had my share of stains,

I was no longer this clean white shirt

I was this kid with ketchup stains

and dirt stains from playing outside

Soon enough, I learned that

mistakes are only short lived

It’s now what can I do to fix what I did

 

Once upon a time it seemed the world,

defined fun as playing

bored games and climbing trees.

 

But now we have

hand held devices that distract us

from the rest of the world.

 

Oh and the people they changed.

 

Little Johnny used to be

the most humble person, now he

thinks he is the best thing since

sliced cheese.

 

The girl that I was back then,

Isn’t the girl I am now.

 

Then, I was full of life,

young and fresh

Now, life has changed,

my perspective changed,

 

I changed.

 

Oh how I wish things

would turn back to

the way it used to be


 

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