Whatever Your Heart Wants It To Be Called Poem by jeanne harmon

Whatever Your Heart Wants It To Be Called



When all the laughter has died away
And there never seems to be that perfect sunny day
Your heart skips a beat realizing that childhood is gone
Every time you think of those perfect summer days, Nostalgia steals your heart
Just thinking that you’ll never get this happy feeling just tears you apart
Remember when you were young every moment seemed liked gold
But those moments only seemed to be reocurring thoughts in your head now
And then you wonder how?
How did it all go by so fast?
What could you do to turn back time and make that moment last?
You grabbed onto dreams when you were young that only seemed to slip your grasp
Now my friends I must say goodbye
For my life must go on even if at times I wonder why….

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