Monday 29 February 2016

With Age - Comes Wisdom?

When was that summer when I was so free?
Was led then by heart - greatest pain, my skinned knee
No cell phones or pagers you know where to find me
Seeking an eagles eye view from atop that old oak tree

None of us knew Latin - yet we did “seize the day”
Though endless seemed time – nightfall was met with dismay
We knew without being told, the importance of play
The call of our spirit was all we’d obey

Never got tired – you know what I mean?
Done without water bottles, power bars or caffeine
Often went all day no meal breaks between
Outdoors for hours we used no sunscreen

Rode, ran – walked for hours – until ready to wretch
Despite all this exercise – never once did we stretch
Frisbees, and footballs – baseballs to catch
Ill-gotten gains from the neighbor’s berry patch

The neighborhood bully got his in the end
Next time he showed up met big brother of your friend
“Swamp water” was the result of drinks we did blend
Designer clothes non-existent – funky patches did mend

Best years of our lives we were told at the time
You certainly could get much more with a dime
Who knew lemonade could not be made with a lime
Act your age – I think not – learn from a time - oh so sublime.



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