Thinking of things carefully – You will come to clearly see;

There’s a time for everything – As things are, then cease to be;

Like how I was once quite young – Back when life had just begun;

Tryin’ to walk – talking some – Crawling down among the crumbs;

Now my childhood’s just a was – A brain memory, with fuzz;

Once I was in high school too – A slim, shy and awkward dude;

In the year 1992 – Many classmates, harsh and cruel;

But now, 90’s high school’s gone – An era that has passed on;

My dark-blonde and wavy hair – Has reclined, over the years;

I was handsome – now I’m old – I was athletic and bold;

I was on a tennis team – Being a lawyer was my dream;

Cute Melissa was my flame – Then she dumped me – oh the pain!;

Saturn was the car I drove – It exploded on the road;

All these things are wases too – With time, they faded from view;

Just a thought – to ponder on;

All that you now gaze upon;

Will be a was, before long;