Bitter

Staring out the window at the glittering snow

Simply reflecting on long long ago

Watching kids play through shiny tears

Like looking back at my childhood years

Sitting in a corner with tired, red eyes

Listening to childrens' joyful cries

Hoodie covers my winter shade

All my good memories starting to fade

I used to think that winter was fun

A cheerful nice time to see everyone

It turns out we grew up too fast

I think I want to go back to the past