Times Unsung The best times of our life fly by when we’re young. The older we get, the more we think back, and many songs call to us unsung. The memories are the songs that you have strung. The moments are like music notes on a track. The best times of our life fly by when we’re young. So live youthfully with every breath of lung, the desire to live can be something people lack, and many songs call to us unsung. But no—the pain of loss still came and stung for time that’s passed; the future seems so black. The best times of our life fly by when we’re young. Is this sentence right? Or a slip of tongue. It’s time to stop being such a sad sack, and sing the songs that call to us unsung So now until the final bell has rung, my recollections will become throwbacks, because the best time of my life may fly by when I’m young, but many songs will still call to me unsung.
The final draft of my first chapbook, submitted for my college poetry course.