Too Many Times I have found myself ashamed.
That was my demise.
Why then do I relish a part of those days?
They were filled with a healthy amount of glory.
I had the sweet along with my tart ways.
I had the cliff hangers and the fun.
These are the times I wish to come back.
If only I could pick and choose; go back in time.
The future is in front of me...yet my past
is not yet where it belongs.
I am consumed with not what but when...
Could thins be natural? A common bond?
Is this the reason we are not stress free?
Could my glorious portions of past cause....
...this great demise?
Copyright 12-21-2008©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem