Jasper, Alabama U.S.A.
I was searching through some of my older writing and I stumbled upon a poem that one of my friends wrote. For some reason I just decided to post it......
The better days that never were,
all seem to be only a blur.
People and time all move too fast,
I stay behind just to be last.
Innocence lost and innocence thrown,
are just little things I've known.
To throw it all away couldn't do a thing,
but kill a never ending sting.
The ride called life moves up and down,
but the people screaming make no sound.