When She Was Young
When she was young she would sleep
holding her dreams in her hand next
to her heart to protect them from being
forgotten,now that she is older she sleeps
dreading to dream as her hands cannot hold
them any longer.
When she was young her dreams had a meaning
they lightened up her mornings opening her
balcony to breath the fresh air to look towards
the mountains and feel the sensation of climbing
to the peak watch the other side & peep to the
beauty she could reach out to,being younger &
having the courage that tomorrow she can do it.
When she was young she was glad of life
because it gave her the chance to fall in love,
to work, to play, to look at the stars.
Now that she is older, she opens her balcony
and sees a black fog hiding her view, the mountains
don't exist, her hopes are mixed up there is a deep
valley, the trees are withered, the path is blocked,
the birds are screaming, their nests are gone,
the grass is suffering, because of the wind changed
its direction running away taking everything
that might still be alive.
If only she knew how getting older would feel
when she was younger she would have intentionally
grabbed each day by force and lived each moment
instead of having to have lived only to give her
whole existence to everybody, she would have had
time to keep the mountains view look alive, she
would have kept seeing a clear path with no end,
she would have told the trees not to die, she would
have told the blowing wind to keep her birds nests alive,
she would have asked her dream not to let her grow older,
her dream answered her.
My friend, if I could do that,trust me I would have
fulfilled your dream.
Yet, she loved when she was younger,
she loves getting older, and she loves
living today each Moment, Now.