the teenage years are ones carefree
running against the summer breeze
a first true love, dwindling nights
caring friends and laughable sights
parties galore, dancing fast to a beat
friends who'll run with you on socked or bare feet
though teenage years, are years none the less
with reality, heartbreak, and distant lies
the boys and losses that make you plead and cry
the answer 'no', when asking to go
on and outing with friends that know not the meaning of slow
impulsive and fun,
your life's just begun,
and is yet half over when looking at the time past
why is it not that the best years could last?