Little Something

Just a little something
I thought should be told
I’m just a little terrified
Of getting old
A little petrified
Of what the future holds
I treasure my memories
Like a rich man treasures gold.

I treasure these youthful moments
And hope they last
I live for the present
But the present will soon be the past
So during my life
I treasure my memories
And in it’s end, hope my life, meant enough
For a few, to remember me.

© Daniel Breslin