| The wavering flame Enlightens the room Yet not my soul For it is dark With fear Lightness of spirit Once held my heart When dewy youth Moistened disappointments Of life Half a century aged Yet what have I learned? To be cautious, fearful Of what may afflict My body or mind No! I refuse To relinquish my youth To this adage of years Piled upon me By time I leap from these Years as a yearling Awake to the possible Adventures of spirit Yes, I am Aware! I dance without Care I laugh without Reason I love I live I am Alive |