30 April 2012
Time flies by
In the blink of an eye
Seconds into minutes
Minutes into hours
December snow
April showers
Take me back
To my childhood days
Where we would live
In carefree ways
Life was simple
Way back then
Where boys were boys
And men were men
No drugs or guns
On the street
That was where
We used to meet.
The only gangs
There used to be
Were cowboys or Indians
For you and me.
Time • Opuss № I