Summer of 99

I wrote my first real sonnet
Wrote it in a real quick time
Read it till my face turned red
Was the summer of ninety nine!!!
Me and my friends of school
Took turns and tried so hard
Some quit and few lost passion
Should have known we never get far
Oh when I look back
Those poems seem to last forever
And if I had a choice
Yes-I wanna always be there
Those were the best days of my life
Ain’t no use in complaining
When you got a semester to write
Spent my days at your doorstep
And that’s when I took to you
Standing in your study room
Told me this would last forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that you were gonna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Then we were killing time
We were Young and restless
Then we needed to grow
I guess Nothing lasts forever, forever
Now that the times are changing
Looking at all that’s come and gone
Sometime when I write a sonnet
Wonder, what went wrong!!!
Standing in your study room
Told me this would last forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that you were gonna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Summer of Ninety Nine!!!

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