Young Again

With unclosed lids, but yet I dream
I'm lulled with distant memory
A different place, my mind redeems
I'm drifting back to yesterday

I'm back in time, with younger face
He's waiting by the gate
With tender gladness we embrace
Our new love lies in wait

With spirits young, our lives ahead
The future yet untold
My dream awakes, I'm young inside
When did we both grow old?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
November 1, 2008 at 6:32 PM
This was sweet. Yes, I wouldn't mind being young again but not today. Take me back to those less technology more imagination days. I'll bet Bill feels the same. The times were harder but there was something special there. God Bless. Vince
Fawcett Avatar
November 1, 2008 at 8:33 AM
Beautifully written Carrie. With each year usually passing quicker than the one before, I have been amazed to find myself living in a year that is almost standing still. Relocating to a new country is like being a child again, with so many things to do and see, so much to learn, so many questions to ask...sorry, my mind was wandering there for a minute! Love, Nigel
Mc Avatar
October 24, 2008 at 10:54 PM
lots still young at heart! enjoyed this!!
Cooper Avatar
October 24, 2008 at 7:05 AM
I love this very thought provoking
Loving Iii Avatar
October 23, 2008 at 3:20 PM
very nice and thoughtfuland mind provoking. i'm not there yet and hope to be raptured first. but i still look back sometimes even though i have no one to look back with the youthful thoughts of everyone i was with comes to me some times. john
Spence Sr Avatar
October 22, 2008 at 4:18 PM
This is a wonderful piece. I think everyone is still young at heart. Some my call it mind over matters. This is an excellent poem for contemplation. Great job! ~ Joseph
Winter Avatar
October 22, 2008 at 5:45 AM
Yup, it's like one day you realize, yikes, I'm actually old! I guess we better get used to it, as it is not going to get any better, physically anyway. I love Brian's comment. Thank goodness for that! Love, Shar
Reynolds Avatar
October 22, 2008 at 3:23 AM
Sigh...who the heck knows, Aging is tough, but really not worth a darn since this bosy is just a house - hard to think of that thoigh, when the face we see is so different! Love Kristin
Strand Avatar
October 21, 2008 at 11:41 PM
Happily we don't inside Carrie.Rgds Brian
Torres Avatar
October 21, 2008 at 7:52 PM
Live each day like it was your last because before you know it the clock has ticked your life away. Michael
Mason Avatar
October 21, 2008 at 6:06 PM
Oh my, Ms. Carrie isn't this the truth !! LOL ... where indeed does time go and the mirror belies what I feel inside!! Takes strength and courage to grow old and thats one more thing they don't teach in school ... smile ... Thanks so much for your enjoyment of my Sky Artistry that I wrote looking out the window last night ... don't know where the words come from sometimes ... thanks for being at the Soup!!
Mckenzie Avatar
October 21, 2008 at 10:24 AM
Very nice dreamy poem about being young again! Great flow great write! Thanks for being in my contest! Laura
Huscroft Avatar
October 21, 2008 at 10:03 AM
the simple rhyme scheme belies the cleverness of this lovely eloquent poem. It captures the wistful feeling without sentimentality. I like your work Carrie, very much.
Higgins Avatar
October 21, 2008 at 9:20 AM
To be young again is so wonderful. I wish I could go back and rewrite my future. Love this write, it brought me back to many years ago.
Degenhardt Avatar
October 21, 2008 at 9:20 AM
What a great flow in this! The rhyme is perfect as is the imagery and the subject. Where did time go? Oh my! Michael
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