Who Else Can I Be

Riding down the street not a care in my mind,

I find time to rewind,

Think about the old days,


Days when we had shade,

The sun wasn't so hot,

I thought I was cool,

Now I think I'm not,


Far beyond that I'm me,

Who the hell else can I be?

Published by "C" SINCERE

Poetry is a great Art form. Art comes in many forms from music to just speaking your mind.  View profile

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