Mature youth
November 25th 2007 01:10
Trying to find a place to be,
Somewhere far to inherit days;
To be young again, to have time
While knowing what it is to live:
To know, to feel, to trust, to see
And to live inside my heart’s home.
To find that stone on which I walked
All those years ago; and to smile.
I know what it is to have lived;
To uncover, to reveal once
So that I may find what is lost
Beneath all the stones I have walked.
What a pleasure to be older
But to live, to be young again.
Somewhere far to inherit days;
To be young again, to have time
While knowing what it is to live:
To know, to feel, to trust, to see
And to live inside my heart’s home.
To find that stone on which I walked
All those years ago; and to smile.
I know what it is to have lived;
To uncover, to reveal once
So that I may find what is lost
Beneath all the stones I have walked.
What a pleasure to be older
But to live, to be young again.
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