When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,

Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.

Walked did I into each different day,

The more I traveled, the more I changed.

I learned of words, I saw many things,

The sun I saw rise but now it’s overhead.

The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,

As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.

Once a young boy played in the snow,

The more he walked, the less the snow would fall.

Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,

A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.

He walked very far, a life on his feet,

He’s on his way back, almost home, older than he use to be.

Keith Garrett