[Writing] The Good old Days

As I walk down these hallowed halls,
I face them one last time and recall,
The first day there, a lifetime ago,
Damn I had such an ego.
The friends I made,
The lives I touch,
I look back now, they were all a crutch.
Those days are gone, I must be free,
Like a bird, flees from it's tree.
I turn my back and walk aways,
A tear given to the good old days.


What did you think? It's like, my first poem ever. Seriously, I'm not a poet.