The Me I Used To Be
By Maureen
The passing years have taken with them parts of me that I miss. I'm not the person I once was, others will attest to this. I don't run to see the sun set, I don't listen to music all day. Music groups come and go.. I don't know their names or the songs that they play. I don't ride my bike, I don't go for a walk, I don't call friends on the phone just to talk. I don't play games with children, I don't play cards with friends, I don't go to an amusement park and wish for a day that never ends. I don't make silly puns to laugh at the groans they cause. I no longer wait for Christmas and gifts from Santa Claus. I wonder what's become of me? I'm still here, that's plain to see but.. Every time I discover I've closed another door, I see the me I used to be doesn't exist anymore. Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 22 2001 01:37 PM PST, Maureen Halasovski 0 • 18 • 10
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"The passing years have taken with them..."