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
