After Years

After Years

By: Kerry Eitner

A Decade goes by my High School is still here.

My memories hanging around here & there that we share,

like them shoes on the powerlines over there.

That smell i dreaded walking into this reached place

Till now wanting to smell it once more like the beautiful Red Roses in a vase.

All the complaing i had done to get out and find a job and get a wife

Now all the wishing to go back to the easy life.

Using all the things i said " i will never use this while the sun is still bright"

Now realizing "wow my teachers were so right"

Like when you get a flat and that tire you said you will never use in your trunk

You dont really care untill you flunk.

All the friends i got so close with

and now when i think of them my mind tends to drift.

I think about them and all of our mischief.

To all my teachers that put up with our back talk

to ensure we can walk the walk.