Ten years pass like a blink,
Like a blank page now coated in ink.
Of thought-processes, and of fought lessons.
Of permanent memories – beloved and painful to see.
Ten years pass like it was nothing to bear,
But your hands and your heart understand what you had to fare:
Rare love and ripe loss spread upon your broad cross
That weigh upon your way.
But wouldn’t you say that it was worth it,
And that you’d do it all again?
Wouldn’t you say that you would turn back time,
And relive the moments of your last ten?
Would you recognize how far you’ve come,
And that you wouldn’t change a thing?
Would you say that you should take your time,
And treasure your days before the end?
Ten years born at the start of a lifetime of uncovered art.
Of curious discoveries, and fresh possibilities,
Of untested faith lighting up way of innocent days.
Ten years more, but it is not quite the same:
Tangled webs of games, and bouts of growing pains.
Exposure while older sinks upon
Your shoulders and weighs upon your way.
But wouldn’t you say that it was worth it,
And that you’d do it all again?
Wouldn’t you say that you would turn back time,
And relive the moments of your last ten?
Would you recognize how far you’ve come,
And that you wouldn’t change a thing?
Would you say that you should take your time,
And treasure your days before the end?