What shall we dream?

Shall we dream we are young,

ready to start it all over again,

We are teenagers walking

along the White river,

staying up all night,

playing cards with friends,

singing the night away

with Van Morrison,

then setting out

to watch the sun rise?

I step carefully now,

going down the stairs,

as knees cause discomfort

and might give way,

but I used to stretch backwards,

curving my spine,

until my hand met the floor beneath,

then rise straight up to the top again,

a smile upon my face,

Growing older

comes as a sweet surprise,

and you can’t quite imagine

breaking into a run,

but you have to embrace

all the beauty of life,

remember always to laugh

and have fun.

cfblack 04-25-2015

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