Old Days Poem by William Mowell

Peeling out in the parking lot
Trying to make everyone think I was hot

A rappers attitude in a cowboys hat
Never in action, but always ready for combat

Tex, Cowboy, Redneck and Hick
Might be big, but I can take a lick

Photographs might bring back the past
But time will keep on moving too fast

The girl of my dreams, sitting 3 feet from me
Never asking her out, never making my plea

Treasuring what we had, wanting more than that
Living for the moment, but hiding behind this hat

I was superman, and I was Clark Kent
You will never know my true intent

Now I sit and stare at white walls
While kids are getting killed at our malls

I obsess over the past
While bombs blast

People call me a zero
When I might be their hero

Finding strength in pain
Finding courage in the rain

Others sit and forget
I stand and sweat

Nice guys always finish last
But finishing at all means you have surpassed

All the others doubt and negativity
They are filled with insensitivity

I don't do it for fame, or money
I do it to prove I'm worth a damn, sonny

I might not be your typical Iraqi hero
And I'm no great actor like Deniro

I'm a normal guy that stands up for the past
Even if I wake up to a shotgun blast

You can say I'm obsessed with a memory
But it gives me strength, can't you see

Memories might stab me
But killing isn't their fee