To the Hungry Years

I long for the hungry years when I was young and struggling. I was so sure of everything, my universe had so much possibility with answers on the way. Then when dreams began to fade and disappear and I so often found them unrealized because of poverty and no supportive means – ah then I still had my faith and its beliefs; but now that I’m older I have little needs or want but for health, happiness and love. Today, I find myself with a different hunger but a hunger just the same. Hunger makes you strong, impervious to pain and as long as the hunger lives there is life though it may struggle to be more than what it was more than who we are to simply live.