October 18, 2001

Time
by: EJ

As I walk these halls,

So many faces,

Most of them I know,

But is doesn't matter,

We don't talk much anymore,

We've all changed over time,

Made new and different friends,

But that doesn't mean we forget,

About each other,

We know that we're still here,

We may not hang out now,

Like we used to,

But we'll always be friends,

Because deep within us,

We know we have a past,

And you can't forget that,

Throughout time,

We all change,

But out past,

Is part of why we change,

Its the past we cherish,

And the time in the future,

Is what we look forward to.