Thursday, August 19, 2010

when I was old not young

When I was young not old 
I believed in fear 
and announced my goals 
which tolls a desperate journey  
of an unknown traveler
without a map searching
an identity of possibilities 
to awaken in a garden of gifts 
to be amazed by what was delivered 
Not remembering the path 
was life I've known 
and forgotten I created 
when I was old not young.

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