A Road of Poetry

Passing of Time

The sky is gray again
Just as it was back then.
When the trees rustled in the wind
And the rain on the window glistened.

Inside my home were my family.
They made it warm and dry.
Holding the roof up for me
Forever together, would we be.

They towered over me with open arms,
Keeping me from reality's harm.
A future I didn't care to see,
But I was an inevitable growing seed.

The feeling that I was so small
And the feeling of not knowing all
Is still lingering in my soul
Although, now I've grown old.

Now, I'm here alone
With no one to hold.
My life flashes before my eyes,
Quick as light was the passing of time.