Poem: Era

Another era has ended.

Things will never be the same.

So, I will cherish all the memories that were made.

This was the best of time and the worst of time.

This was the time of our lives.

Yet we never stop living.

We might of stop dreaming.

Then we saw the dream come true.

So now we waste no time.

We just keep it pushing as we watch the sun rise.