To be young again, in mind and in heart,
Reliving our pasts, if only in parts.
So many things we’d do differently
Now that we know the path that it leads.
But in life we live and we learn
To not touch the stove only after we’re burned.
Teaching the young is so often forgotten,
Only to blame them when they have gone rotten.
Now as I sit here listening to things,
The sound of the wind, the flap of birds wings,
I think back on my life wondering what I could change.
Would it make my life different, would a new life feel strange?
Hard to imagine a life different from mine,
The trials, the hardships, and all the fun times.
Can’t say all of my choices have made me proud,
I’ve hurt lots of people and was often too loud.
The older we are the harder it gets,
But one thing I know is I have few regrets.
The scars on my body and on my heart
Are what make me in whole and in part.
I sit here and think as the time passes by
Where I will be with it’s my time to fly.
This was written over the past few days after sitting with my step-dad as he continues to battle stomach cancer.