Treasure Island

Aric Beers


Time goes by, life goes on
We live our lives with each new dawn
Born here, move to there
See the kids stop and stare
Friends are made, fun is had
Move again and now you're sad
Still your friends but not the same
That's part of life's game
Once again you settle down
Make some friends in your new town
School occurs, life goes by
Days are gone before you say hi
You meet a girl, it doesn't last
The next one comes, that was fast
You turn 18, school is through
Time to start life anew
Grow some more, meet the one
Live your life, have some fun
Times get hard but you don't quit
Too old to throw a fit
Love is tested, you don't stop
This will work, it won't flop
Hold on tight, life moves fast
A day is here then it's the past
That's just how time flows
Always moving, it never slows

Submitted: Saturday, February 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 09, 2013

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