Just A Memory Of Old Times Poem by Christopher Cariad

I feel like I'm losing it all,
As my friends grow up and move off.
Why am I still standing here
Watching the world pass me by?
I don't want to be the one lost,
To be just a memory of old times.
What's holding me back?
If you have the answer
Please help me, and fast.
In my heart I am ready to run.
Ready to be free and live.
But all I know is this small town.
I try so hard not to disappoint,
But life must start or die.