To be young again, carefree, and be

Only me, free of responsibility.

You see, context is key,

I hope you agree that we

Live and grow like a tree,

Branch out and roots go deep

Which may at times keep us steady,

Ready to go or stay

And after hours, night and day

Passes, months become years,

And age amasses. Our fears

Allay and gray days hide the sun

But freewheeling’s less appealing

After ageing’s begun and play

Seems less fun, no urge to chase the sun,

Less speed, less haste, a life now paced

To suit a slower measure, whether we like it

Or not, we’ve got to lump it,

To jump it seems crazy, lazy

Thoughts set in and idle times

As life and hair turn grey

And day by day life gets stale

Bright colours pale and we settle

Like sand on a stormy beach

No longer reach, but trudge

Through sludge, no need to run, for wiser heads know,

As above, so below and all will flow

Loves and life will come and go.

The world remains, in gulps or sips,

Take life by the throat, we grip the bars

Of the rollercoaster cars

And try to sing, to fling our arms aloft,

For harms may shake but we’ll not fall.

And at the end is death,

That’s all.

 

M x