Can we turn back the clock?
Hit rewind and stop.
Live in the moments,
When everything made sense.
Before our lives took different paths,
Back when we thought friendship would last.
If we could have back those days,
Would we still go separate ways?
You were my best friend,
You said, “Until the end.”
I should have asked what that meant,
It seems like our time is spent.
Our friendship faded like our memories,
Faded like the leaves on fall-trees.
But now that spring has come once more,
Could our friendship blossom once more?
About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”