This Old Was Young I Was
And I think of youth
As level of sensation,
Lightness, care free
And sense of freedom.
However, it was in my youth
That I became a man today
Laid further the basis of my life.
This old was young I was
Is setting on a rocking chair.
Looking every sunset in awe,
Appreciating beauty within my gaze.
Reality came to me that I am now old.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2025
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