Gatsby’s green light,
Is my quiet spring night.
He dreams of the past,
Making memories last.
For the sun is now setting,
And I’m frantically fretting.
Test after test,
Simply no time to rest.
But there’s little Billy,
With his best friend Willy.
They laugh and they smile,
As along comes Kyle.
They stomp in the creek,
Then play hide and seek.
They swat at some bees,
Then climb a few trees.
But here I sit,
Nostalgic a bit.
A playful scream,
Ropes me into a dream.
I stomp in the creek,
Then play hide and seek,
I swat at some bees,
Then climb a few trees.
There was nothing to lose,
When I ran in those shoes.
But this did not last,
For life moves too fast.