Being Young Poem by Serena Taylor

Remember good old primary school?
Remember good old games?

Living life without a care
But it soon all burnt in flames.

Already half way through high school,
Wanting back the past.

Trying to shape the future
Ideas which are vast.

Hold onto your memories
From now life's on speed mode.

Trying to enjoy yourself,
Wishing life was slowed.

Within the blink of an eye
Your childhood fades away.

So enjoy feeling young and free
Because there will come a day

I wish I could relive those years.
This is what you'll say.