As I Look Back

As I look back
I can see all the good times past
I think of all the good friends
And the memories that’ll last
I remember the bench
And the other hang spots
And we’d always get hassled
By the same exact cops
And then we began
Moving on
But with each good time
There was always one bad
With every celebration
Was always one bad
Like the young man who
Didn't see the end of freshman year
Or another who was forced
To go to his prom in a wheel chair
But now it is time
To begin moving on
And as I move on
I remember one last stop
We would stay there for hours
And never be caught
We would watch the waves roll on in
And then watch them go back out to sea