Everyone has times, when they think they are cool,
and other moments, they feel like a fool.
After years of time has passed by,
which days are you proud of, and which ones make you cry?
We create our own future everyday, do you want to be respected,
or a name that just fades away?
Some of the things we enjoyed in the past,
should just be left, as memories that will last.
Our bodies, and ideas of fun, will change,
if we choose to ignore the signs, our life could be rearranged.
To change anything in our life, during our stay,
we need another plan, how to spend those days.
We have to want and make new goals everyday,
nothing in our life, will forever stay.
10/21/05
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