Pondering my youth,

My eyes no longer work properly

My hearing is failing faster.

And I walk with a stoop and

need a walking frame to steady me.

I am sitting in the local Park.

Enjoy the warmth of a glorious

summers day. And I turn to hear

children playing nearby me where

i sit.

I think to myself. How wonderful

it is to be young. Carefree, happy

and fit and healthy. And to enjoy life

and living.

I turn back to  look down at my walk frame

And think to myself. I was lucky to have

had a great childhood myself. And wonderful

friends. Just like those children. I saw just

a moment ago.

I am very lucky. I had a good life. Grew up

had a great family myself and enjoyed life to

the full the best I could.

My eyes no longer work properly

My hearing is failing faster.

And I walk with a stoop and

need a walking frame to steady me.

I am sitting in the local Park.

Enjoy the warmth of a glorious

summers day. And I turn to hear

children playing nearby me where

i sit.

I think to myself. How wonderful

it is to be young. Carefree, happy

and fit and healthy. And to enjoy life

and living.

I turn back to  look down at my walk frame

And think to myself. I was lucky to have

had a great childhood myself. And wonderful

friends. Just like those children. I saw just

a moment ago.

I am very lucky. I had a good life. Grew up

had a great family myself and enjoyed life to

the full the best I could.

Reviews

[Alexandra W]

This poem is wonderfully bittersweet! The repetition and remembering really fill it with longing for something that can never be taken back.

[Just Kim]

WOW so very touching, i enjoyed this write