Much has changed since the times of over-sized clothing,
A style choice now I look back at with loathing.
Experiences chosen when I choose to reminisce vary,
some bad, but most good, a few are just scary.
It’s really those strange nights I can’t recall
that make me wonder how it ended, and what started it all.
Boys will be boys and kids will be kids,
and teens will be teens and everything in between
and everyone loves to think about those times
and then whines, like “Why are those good times gone?”
It’s because good times that never end are only found in happy songs.
Age is the universal oxymoron,
the only thing that makes the young want to be older,
the old want to be younger, everyone in between
feeling as if they’re already at either extreme.
I take my age as it comes, in years, and in all 26 and 3 months of mine
I’ve learned very much and forgotten even more,
but experience is what kept me yearning to learn more,
correct mistakes, and instead of drown in sorrow,
to make my own life great.
So as time treads on, unrelenting by the minute,
I’m grateful for all that I see before me.
For all that life has given me in this time,
I’ve gained happiness from it,
although not void of sadness and despair, far from it.
Your life is in your hands, as well as in your eyes,
See it and handle it as you like.
I prefer to describe my life and times in rhyme,
just as beautiful as the sunrise, this life of mine. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 