Turn back time,
Till you were ten,
Away and free,
And happier then.
No struggle,
No worry,
Just innocence,
And fun.
Not now my dear,
Not now I fear.

Leap onward,
Till now,
I am 24.
I have not a lot.
I don’t expect much more.
I have worry,
And struggle.
I care less and less.
I am lost at sea.
I digress.

1 comment:

Lisa said...

your poems are lovely richard, just like you.