A poem about getting old... and staying young.

May I Never      

I may never rule the world with theories so fine

May never run past Bolt, smile and duck across the line.

I may never meet Mandela, Obama or the Queen,

I may never solve all wars, or stop leaders being mean.

I may never reach a hundred, run for thirty miles,

I may never help the hungry, turn their cries to happy smiles

Or write that one great song, play guitar, drums and sing

Or run off with a model, have one last romantic fling.

I may never write my novel which wins me one great prize

I may never cure cancer, or give the blind new eyes.

I may never take the sadness of this world and all within

May never create goodness and make virtue out of sin.

BUT…

May I always bring a smile to the people whom I meet,

Or help a few who struggle to get back on their feet.

May I keep my equilibrium, my balance and my poise,

May I bring some sense of knowledge, new thoughts to girls and boys.

May I take the counsel of the years as dying I get old,

And keep a loving marriage, both having and to hold.

May I help my children prosper, learn to grow and so to thrive

And teach them how the struggle is part of being alive.

May my way of living simply give contentment in my heart

So every day that dawns anew can feel a fresh new start.

May I never lose my doubtings, feeling answers all are done

But even in my failings, persist in having fun.

I may never be perfect, or live in fame and glory

But may I always build each day my personal life story.

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