As the days go by
And weeks turns into months
Summer turns to winter
The air gets crisper
Your mind begins to wonder
On days gone by
Things you've grown to dispise
You try so hard not to hate
The things you helped create
But you can't help but die
A little deep inside
When you think of what might have been
Wishing you could start again
Rewind the clock so what
I know now I knew then.
Justina Blue
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zero-degrees/
