A poem from long ago – it’s got worse! I was young then!

Age

I’ve got bones that ache and a body that won’t play

A mind that forgets and a face that looks back at yesterday

I’ve lost my faith in spirits and I don’t believe in kings

But I’ve got a heart that’s willing and a mind that still sings

I’ll still shout for freedom and dream of peace and love

With hope that people can fit together like a hand into a glove

But I’ve tempered that with realism, limits and softer vision

If we do our bit for justice perhaps we can force a decision

Opher 1.11.97