That was I, 

Hot wheels and legos

Video games, box TV

A small school with small friends

Park days

Neighborhood friends gathered

For one last go around

Not understanding 

What was to come.

Yes, that was I.

And that was I,

The young kid riding his bike

In an empty neighborhood with the heat of summer

No cares to give,

Nothing but time to waste

In Lincoln, Nebraska — neon clothes, Nike shoes.

There was a tree

Rather what was left of a tree

Who once stood tall 

A life taken away, change

Killing time before change came to me

Yes, that was I.

And that was I,

Responsibilities came with

Growing up isn’t fun

Jobs, School, Relationships

Constant stress, headaches

Wishing to move on

To start a new chapter

Maybe something better?

Yes, that was I.

Author’s note: This is my revised draft of my poem. I feel pretty okay about it, but I’m sure there is room for improvement somewhere. I’d like feedback on whether anything sounds awkward so I can change it.