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Created on: February 02, 2009
Through A Window
The places I've been,
The things that I've done
The times I have seen,
The laughter, the fun.
People I've known,
Classmates from the past
The pictures are shown,
Today will not last.
I look through a window,
One I've never looked through
I feel how cold the wind blows,
I remember the soft way it once blew.
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