~Times Change~
Isn’t is funny how times change?
Your hopes—loves—and admires?
Isn’t it weird how your kindling changes,
as to what burns your desires?
One day you say this is it;
the next, you're cursing her to Hell.
One day you’re thanking God for her in your life;
the next, you're wishing to Him you never fell.
One month you’re praying to fall in love;
the next, you're crying to leave.
One season you wish you weren’t alone,
but you still move on and believe.
One day you’re watching cartoons;
the next, you’re shuffling off to school.
Once you never worried about a thing;
now you’re scared if you’re not cool.
Once you were going to be a pro-ball player;
now you’re worrying about a test.
Once your heart raced for a dance,
and to make sure you dressed as the rest.
Once Friday meant football games;
now there’s parties filled with kegs.
Once you cared all about their bodies;
now you wish you saw more than just their legs.
Once you stayed up to four;
now your alarm sounds at six.
Once you were a free person;
now you have (blank) kids.
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