Before It Ends Poem by Cassandra Howell

Before It Ends

Rating: 5.0


Life is struggle
But you always hear the sound
Of the voices in a toggle
And you don’t know where you’re bound

One day you think this
The other you think that
Your old self you strongly miss
You can’t remember where you last sat

The colors in the sky
Draw your attention deeply
The clouds pass quickly by
Just like you life, not meekly

The good old days are in the past
If only to see them once more
The scars of life will forever last
Life has been a tough chore

As I’m growing aware
Of what’s going on
Happiness, I want to share
Before this life is gone

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michelle Pope 09 April 2006

Thats so true the 'good old days'... of takin' naps and thinking boys have cooties and listen to EVERY word your parents say are over... but define the 'good old days' as the days ahead of you and not as the says behind you and there are so many more... -Shell

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