I MAY BE AN OLDER ME

A small, young, me a long time ago i use to be,

A different place in time has been left behind.

The clock hand spins forward so very fast,

When we were once there the second hand I

Moved slowly before our young dreaming eyes.

When we lived in our yesterday there were no scars,

Perfection was as much as it could be in our reality.

All of us age in a different way, life is a mystery,

It was not for us to know which way we would go.

To know ahead of time would give us no valued meaning,

What would we do if we understood as a child that only

One chance, no exceptions we had to live our lives

To its fullest, would it be a different world, stop and think.

I’m not all that i could be, I may be an older me, indeed.

Keith Garrett

13 thoughts on “I MAY BE AN OLDER ME

  1. That the child can live in the present is wonderful. I know some people that are so cynical and dismissive of joy that may be felt by others(even themselves) it seems they were born at age 60 years old.

  2. I like this poem. It reminded me of this passage below. I said you seemed young at heart last night, and think this passage saying God has set eternity in the hearts of men kind of pairs nicely with that thought in a poetic way. I definitely think you taking pleasure in the exercise we talked about yesterday, is a gift of enjoyment in your toil. Many people can’t find anything to do that they enjoy. There’s stuff elsewhere in Ecclesiastes about that too, actually.

    “10 I have seen the business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. 12 I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; 13 also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God’s gift to man.”
    – Ecclesiastes 3:10-13

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