Footloose and Fancy Free
Footloose as a child I played games
dancing barefoot in the rain
shoes were only restrictive pain;
too soon I grew
baring everything I was taught and knew
life and friends were a parting few remembered true.
Today I'm older wiser
given to memories lost advisers
with responsibility rising like a geyser;
taking hold of life
in face of reality's spite
surpassing the journey's strife.
In time I suppose
I'll slip into more easy repose
and breathe in all taken and chose;
letting fancy free
be the surviving part of me
missed in youth drifting on the open sea.
For the time being
I'll love and laugh at all I'm seeing.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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