Body and Mind Recluse

A man’s as old as he’s feeling … ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge If the body frees the mind in its quest For youthful dreams to be forever young Let not Time play such games like cricket test To stay batting because the gloves are hung. If I should sit alone in dark of night Will I hear angels singing of a new King? Or should I let my mind wander for light Until sunlight herald flowers of Spring? Never too old I thought in solitude Murmuring to myself, am I too late? But the mind regales with much gratitude That I am so far from St. Peter’s Gate. When youthful feelings prod the mind to soar Sweet dreams go far beyond ocean’s shore.