WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I USED TO DREAM
NOW I`M OLDER AND LIFE ISN`T WHAT IT SEEM
IF ONLY THINGS DIDN`T CHANGE
IF ONLY THINGS REMAIN THE SAME
BUT STILL I LIVE ON
JUST THINKING ABOUT MY MEMORIES
EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THERE GONE
OH WHEN I WAS YOUNGER
I USED TO CLIMB MOUNTAINS
NOW THAT OLDER ALL I DO IS LOOK
WHEN I DRIVE BY
KEEPING MY MEMORIES AT MY SIDE
AND JUST WONDERING WHY
WHY DO THINGS HAVE TO CHANGE
WHY CAN`T THINGS REMAIN THE SAME
OH WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I USED TO PAINT
BEAUITFUL PICTURES OF WHAT I WOULD SEE
LIKE THE MOON THE STARS THE SKY
AND NOW I`M OLDER
AND MY THOUGHTS MY HANDS CAN`T PAINT FREE
OH IF ONLY THINGS DIDN`T CHANGE
IF ONLY THINGS REMAIN THE SAME
OH WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I USED TO DREAM
AND NOW OLDER AND LIFE ISN`T WHAT IT SEEM

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1. WHEN » Poem by BRUCE MARTONE | Poems Says:
   December 4th, 2009 at 3:54 am

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