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A poem about aging. |
| As I walk down this long road, Memories of times past appear. Pubescent still but my travels have been arduous. Images of things as a child line The moss covered trail as I trod, The trees tell me stories, The streaks of sunlight grazing Certain areas highlight my happier days. Early encounters with people A long time forgotten collide and burn in my path. Up from dependency I arose To standing on two feet and doing things on my own, But many more miles are left to uncover. In sights unseen by any are where I Have seen my forthcoming. Drawbacks, sickness, and other ailments Are obstacles I will have to surpass. But while these memories are still with Me, I will continue to reminisce and adhere To the youth that once belonged to me. |