The other side

How many tomorrows do we have? How often will yesterdays sorrows linger into today's rain?
I sit and watch the clouds roll in and, as darkness falls, I hug myself in an attempt for warmth.
Never comes so quickly and without expectation.
Remember when the sun shined upon me? I long for the times I thought nothing of, yet hold so dear now.
Can the birds be singing for me?
The trees I once looked down upon, they tower over me now. I have never been one for roots.
I have been few places. You can tell where I have been by the dust.
When does youth leave? Does it leave? I found it hiding in a dark corner of my mind, abandoned and abused by an adult misconception.
To whom it may concern, Live, Love and Laugh, but always Look.
I crossed the street of my mind the other day, without looking, and was struck by a random thought. Hit and runs never leave explanations behind, just more questions and grief.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to tend to my grass.