I am a young boy…
My eyes shine with wonder
At the world I find around me
Contemplating future…
Waiting for my dreams to come true.

I am a young man…
The way ahead becomes clear
And the world begins to make sense
Living in the moment…
For the future is just around the corner.

I am middle aged…
The path has disappeared
And I am standing, not going
Putting ambition down to naivety…
Living without a dream.

I am an old man…
Simply consigned to waiting
Where the only way to look is back
Wishing that my dreams had come true…
Knowing that they could have done.

I am expectant…
I am impulsive…
I am uncertain…
I am regretful…

I am me.

07/13/2000

Posted on 09/01/2004
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