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A Poem about growing older and changing. And the loss of my child like inquisitiveness |
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I used to be inquisitive I used to have a spark I dreamed of taking on the world and let it see my mark I used to want to know how, what, when and why and talk about just everything and ponder to the sky My mind would over flow with things, too much to dare contain. I wanted to explore the world and get caught in the rain. My life was for the living, no stone left unturned, The strongest thing that I could feel was knowledge deeply yearned. I wanted to know everything and talk about it all I wanted to leap from a plane just to feel the fall But that time has passed me by, I've lost it with my youth And now I sit and wonder how I got so long in tooth. My mind has fallen dormant it’s now a barren place The delighted look of wonder no longer on my face. And now I must consider if I can get her back Is there a secret formula to get me back on track? So I sat and asked the muses "where did my wonder go?' And if any of them knew the truth they never told me so. I must find it on my own now I'll sit and contemplate and worry just a little that it might be too late But one night when I’m quiet and at my solemn behest She’ll come and whisper in my ear that she had never left |
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