We used to be good friends and confidants,
Yet just like us, youth grows old, tired, and weary;
It changes, grows gray, and wrinkles,
In the sun of the today’s we dearly…
Cling on to.
Remember all those days spent together?
Under warm summer skies we rode bikes to the wind…
Blowing carelessly with our hopes.
Now we can’t go back. We can’t rescind…
Think of me some day when we’re old and gray,
And this fast world no longer pulls us to and fro.
Give me just one small little thought.
Think of when we walked side by side and go…
Toward the light…..
K. Aldaya, 9/29/16