July 2011
June 2011
Reflections.
That kid who used to wonder the dimples upon his face.
Those memories of childhood, legos, and sandboxes won’t erase.
He’s growing up too fast. Time just won’t pause.
His dimples now have hair and it’s all because,
He’s an adult. He’s not a child. It’s all folding though.
These thoughts, these ambitions all seem so new.
So there he goes, no more looking behind.
With a future ahead and a lot on his mind.
He remains stable, his dimples still clear.
Now it’s all come to this, Graduation is here.
