Aged
Stepping over the tumble weed
Overgrowing the garden path
Looking back age 45 and half
With 50 firmly transfixed in my sights
I am left to ponder
Where did it all go right
I say in jest and wish
Because reality speaks a different truth
Whence gazing upon the features reflecting in the mirror
Forgive me Father for i have sinned
A thousand times each and every day
I never could have imagined this growing up as kid
Asked then what I wanted to be when I grew up
I very much doubt this would have been my answer
But here I stand before you today
This is older grown up me
And all that remains the same
For that innocent boy child
Is the Name
My Parents gave unto me
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018
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