Poa Tree Poems
On Age
- by
Clarion
Would I give up my age In return for my youth? The thought has occurred, And to tell you the truth, There are days when it's tempting To make such a deal. But then I consider What's true and what's real. In the days of my youth I was healthy and hearty. I would jump at the chance To attend a late party. There were years to look forward to, Filled with big plans. And few thoughts of failure, No can'ts, only cans. Now I complain Of my aches and my pains, And sometimes have trouble Remembering names. And occasionally sadness May touch me, but then I ask myself would I Start over again? Well, sure, it was good. But not if that meant That I'd lose all the things I observed as I went. Or the people I met Who taught me so much. With some of whom I still keep in touch. So, without a regret, I live for today. The past was important But in its own way. That was then, this is now, And it's now that I trust. Tomorrow I may, But it's today that I must.