by Richard Vince

This is not where I belong,
So why am I here?
Perhaps I am searching in vain
For the dream I had
Last night; for the friends
My sleeping brain fashioned
From wishful thinking.

This is a life I never lived,
And as glad as I am to have
Avoided it, part of me wishes
I had experienced it then
So I could do something
Better than chase it now.

Sometimes I am young, and
Sometimes I am old: proof,
If such were needed, that
Age really is just a number.

Here, I am old. Those around me
Are yet to start the journey
I have been on for a few years.
That small difference is much greater
Than the decades separating me
From those who are now my peers.

Last night I dreamed of youth;
Of the last throes of childhood
That are somehow both epilogue
And prologue. As it runs
Ever further from me,
Will I follow or will I
Finally give up the chase?


Posted on 03/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/26/09 at 08:43 PM

don't give up the chase, but chase it for what it is...

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/09 at 01:09 PM

I believe it is part of human nature to have a quest. Finding out what that quest really is can be a lifetime search. Keep looking and good luck.

Posted by Julie Adams on 03/19/10 at 10:56 AM

perhaps there will always be an allure for the unknown, the unchosen path, but those imaginings clearly offer wonderful fuel for great poetry...this introspective piece for the subject delivers within it's stanzas a quest to understand the chase itself, so intriguing...my fav lines, if I need choose: Of the last throes of childhood/ That are somehow both epilogue/ And prologue. As it runs"--(one of those parts of a poem you read and wish you had written it--it reverbs on the brain deliciously)...kudos, poet, lovely to read you again

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