Saturday, June 25, 2011

When I was Young

When I was young
I could run
and work and play
all day

Even sleep had a purpose.
I'd sleep
to awake,
not to escape from life.
Fresh and alive,
determination marking any effort

Now sleep overcomes me
more often than before
but in dreams
I live
remember and plan,
working within my heart and mind.

My spirit wants to run
but my body can't keep up
Patience now marks my effort

Bending low
to teach the young
passing on what I know
what I've felt
what I've done,
so my life won't be a wasted one.

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