Through time we end up changing
We forget about our old selves
We say that we are still us
But in the end we're not
Our life is like a shape
We form it anyway we want
But sometimes our shapes have corners we hit
We have to learn not to hit those
corners
We are like season
We end up changing every month
The changes we go through won't leave us the same as we were
Every season has purpose
Be it known or unknown
When we were little appearances didn't matter to us
But now they are the most important thing for some of us
We didn't discriminate we were all at peace
But something's changed as we went on to grow
Our friendship meant the world to us when we were younger
Now we just faded away from one another
We lost contact with each another
Those memories we made will never change
That's the one thing that will stay the same
Our comrades were once like us optimistic
But they changed because of some reasons they were going through
Sometimes we wish they were there old selves again
We want the good old days to come back
Like the good old days we didn't need a reason to smile
But now that we are older all of a sudden everybody needs a reason to smile
All of us have changed for the better or worse
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Poet's Corner
PuisiHere, I'll write poems of things that I go through life. These poems are my way of speaking without talking. They are a way for me to relieve myself from the world. I hope you all enjoy.
