Richard Lamoureux Poet Quatrain

Life Defined Within Time

Was I ever what I was before?
Is who I am now less or more?
There were times I thought I could fly
Yet because of fear I failed to try

Sure I can't do what I used to do
Limitations are many, quite a few
Still I remember me and you
We were so young, that is true

It seems age has caught up with us
We can't fight it, so why make a fuss
Thinking back, it all seemed so simple
Moving among the young and nimble

The many things that I liked best
I cherish them and forget the rest
Now we are older, wiser and blessed
I believe we are more, not truly less

Our lives are not over, there is more to give
Sometimes being older teaches us to live
So try looking into these mischievous old eyes
There is a young heart, masked within the wise

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Lukas Ficklin April 21, 2017 at 12:55 AM Just beautiful Richard... Richard Lamoureux April 21, 2017 at 8:56 AM Thanks Lukas.

Andrea Dietrich March 28, 2014 at 8:31 PM awwww, this is so precious. As someone entering this time of her life, I can relate to it. fewer things I did in my youth appeal to me now. But other things take their place. Good one, Richard. Glad I found one I had not seen yet.

David Fisher March 10, 2014 at 7:00 PM This is a good way to look at aging. I think if we could see ourselves from a young persons eyes we'd panic a little more...or close them. Richard Lamoureux March 10, 2014 at 8:57 PM I imagine that would be pretty Scarey *lol*

Donna Jones March 3, 2014 at 10:14 PM I enjoyed this Richard....and enjoy those mirrors!!!getting old is not bad..its earned!!! Every line..every lesson..every wrinkle and pain...and memory..:-) :-) :-) :-) Richard Lamoureux March 4, 2014 at 7:19 AM In reality mirrors don't bother me, I agree with you Donna.

Monterey Sirak March 2, 2014 at 6:52 AM Age takes much, but it also gives much for those, like you, who are wise enough to recognize it. Richard Lamoureux March 2, 2014 at 9:28 AM Fortunately by body has not betrayed me so I still feel young. As long as I can avoid those dreaded mirrors *lol*.

Richard D Seal February 28, 2014 at 7:40 PM Keep passing that wisdom on in your writing Rick. We might not be so nimble and quick but we can still show them young uns a thing or two. Take care, Richard Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 8:06 PM You got that right Rich. I enjoy playing sports against the young guys, they can't firer out why I can keep up with them and the harder they try the more mistakes they make.

Paul Callus February 28, 2014 at 3:49 PM At last I managed to find time to pay you a visit. Most impressed with this first poem of yours that I've read. It relates to me as age too is catching up with me. I really like this poem, especially the ending. Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 5:24 PM Thanks paul, I am 52 but I feel much younger.

Shadow Hamilton February 28, 2014 at 3:02 PM aging is the pits so many new aches and pains Rick the icing on the cake is experience and hopefully wisdom hugs Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 8:07 PM We can hope *lol*

Ilene Bauer February 28, 2014 at 2:58 PM great poem! my favorite are the first two lines. you've made some spot-on points here, richard! Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 8:08 PM Thanks Ilene.

Eileen Manassian February 28, 2014 at 2:23 PM Those last two lines.....my favorite. Helps when the color of mischief is such a lovely blue....I'm glad you are taking it in your stride....I'm stil longing to be who I was..... Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 8:09 PM I like this age myself.

Funom Makama February 28, 2014 at 10:58 AM Wow! Every word here is so true! Time is a very strong element in defining Life... Great work once again Richard! You always maintain the tempo. Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 8:10 PM You look young enough not to have to worry for a while. Thanks for the visit.

Kayod5 Kayode February 28, 2014 at 10:38 AM The truth is that wisdom and strength move in opposite directions,there comes a time when both will meet at equilibrum we all called prime,afterward which both will begin to see each other footprints.The sense in moving on is the courage in both to call the attention of each other to the footprints and what can be done to ameliorate the trip of life.The old and the young or the present and the past,as a matter of success,need to complement one another for the optimal result. Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2014 at 8:11 PM Your response could be a poem Kayod5. Thanks for the thought filled comment.