Changes Poem by vikki thompson

From crawling to walking,
silent to talking,
things change so fast,
but now its just the past,
friends are made and lost
then become a fond memory
of the good times shared and problems solved,
where are the days of endless fun,
and the nights of remembering
those days you used to have
Teddies turn to boys and crushes become the real thing
then boyfriends become just a fond memory.
Now its too late to turn back on regrets just live with those fond memories