As the summer sweetly sweeps away
As the summer sweetly sweeps away
I am reminded of younger years
when the smell of fall filled my senses
and questions like, what color pencil box will i get this year
was my thought process
Now I only wonder how it goes by so fast
and how can i grasp those grains of sand
"oh how they creep, oh how they creep"
if Poe's hand couldn't keep
why do I think I can
As the summer sweetly sweeps away
the dust out of my eyes, and early mornings
become a job instead of fun nights of conversations
there's something about being this age with a career
that makes you appreciate friendships and college
no there's not enough knowledge to prepare you for this
departure of sweet summer
and welcome back yellow buses