Reconciled
I’ve had my turn at being young. I see the younger folk go by With bright and shining eyes. Their steps so sprightly Their voices bright and gay, Their spirits soaring high; So that just in passing by One can feel the expectation The hopes and dreams of life at it’s fullest With the promise of goals attained And strongholds conquered. I see their lithe bodies The energy driven movements, Their confidence and pride.
I sit and watch them I used to be like that. And I still could. The indomitable spirit still dwells within Encased in this frail and faded body. I don’t regret the change. I accept it gracefully (I hope) Content to do the things within my power, Willing to sit on the side lines And be a spectator. For I’ve had my turn at being young. I’ve lived life to the full. Now to the swift belongs the race And I don't qualify. But I don’t feel cheated I've had my turn at being young And now that I’m old I’m satisfied !!
Janice Weeks, Chamberlin, Hankins, Rogers |
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