Before I write this poem, I want to apologize for doing this again. I'm now aware of the recent entries list so this is the last time I'm doing this. It's my last one so doing this any other way would be pointless.

Do you ever think back?

I do, and now is one of those times

Whether these times be of good or bad

In doing so

I reminisce of when I was young

It was simpler then, as was I

Then I recall

All of my firsts

List them, need not

For now is remembrance

The colours seemed brighter

The people seemed kinder

But now, in my years of time

There is more, so much more

More things to do

Places to go and people to see

More thoughts to think

And still, so much more than these

It is now I call upon my memories

And though I do, none come to mind

Of people, them being so kind

I know there are

But the numbers are few

Of all those kind people

Then, upon remembering this

I know that they're out there

Just somewhere to hide