Freedom
FREEDOM
The Summers early and its hot
Reluctantly I accept my lot
But I prefer the mountain air
When I was young and I was there
Youth ignores what’s round the bend
They think the day will never end
But age arrives, ready or not
Freedom is a mountain top
A feeling I have ne’re forgot
Where would I climb to it I would
What would I alter if I could?
For I cry not for days gone by
As distant pictures float on by
There is a life that’s left behind
Freedom exists here in the mind
Copyright © Brian Cosgrove | Year Posted 2013
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