When I was Young

Back when time wasn’t a worry, I had plenty ahead;
lovely songs to be sung, and great books to be read…
when I was young.
The years sped by, I took them in stride; the count didn’t matter, I simply basked in the ride…
when I was young.

Life rushed on, my days filled with commonplace hours;
nights brought new adventures and thrilling powers…
when I was young.

The years piled up, but always in denial, I blithely waved them away; although lurking in the shadows, quietly awaiting, stood my fateful day…
even then, I thought I was still young.

The shattering doom came on a rush with the wind;
its breath of havoc gathered in a spin.
Who could that person staring back at me be?
The Me I had known I now couldn’t see.
To my fearful dread, the mirror delivered a woeful truth: time had boldly walked away with my youth.

One might presume I’ve been caught in life’s inevitable snare, pinioned by bands of formidable steel.
Yet, I have an ace in the hole—a mind if you will;
active and questing, impervious to intrusion;
tethered to its grand illusion, chanting aloud,
lost in song, here’s cheers for attitude...
I am still young.


Copyright  by Elizabeth Towles

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.08.2010

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