Posted by azngeek at August 7th, 2008

A toast,
To the dieing breeze,
the wilting trees,
To the setting sun,
an end of a season.
To the laughter
of little girls,
dancing with their
pretty twirls.
To the park fights,
of little boys,
stealing toys!
To an end of an age.
A second decade.
I’m getting old.

A poem about leaving adolescence, sigh. : <

Azngeek