I'm rewriting an old poem of mine.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

After almost twenty five years, it's still a work in progress. I hope you enjoy it.

Comments and suggestions, positive and negative, are accepted.
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I REMEMBER

I remember being young,
with flights of fancy
and untamed dreams-

I gaze out through the sepia mist
that separates the child from me.

I watch him play
among the garden weeds,
and see him climb
the towering trees
from long gone sunny summer days.

I recall him as he laughs and runs
and does his endless boy-ish things.

But then I remember when I am-
It's NOW, and in the misty mirror
I only see MY face-

With wrinkled brow
and tangled beard
and man-ish things to think about
and do.

I see with sadness years gone by-
The dreams have tamed.
my flights are closer to the ground.

And I sit and sigh,
and I wonder just how
that young boy ever changed
into a man.

© 2007 Steven A. Hessler
All Rights Reserved

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear Prisoner_Number_Six...

And I do enjoy it!

This is quite lovely......thank you!

I especially like this verse:

I see with sadness years gone by-
The dreams have tamed.
my flights are closer to the ground.


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