I was younger then...
Thoughts of then.... now.
I was younger then
I was younger then…..When I trudged through joyful desert sand and came back home again.
I was younger then….. When I ran into the dust-devil and ran to school a very gritty kid of ten.
I was younger then….. When my first love was a lovely teacher and I merely but a lad of ten.
I was younger then….. When I did not roller-skate - save for fear I’d never walk again.
I was younger then….. When I’d draw and color– no stick figures for me…. Then.
I was younger then….. When the words that came in English– were in Spanish for me… Then.
I was younger then….. When the local big library– was my longtime favorite friend.
I was younger then….. When I thought of war and children and the consequence of them.
I was younger then….. When my sister’s bed a cardboard box from the China-man at hand.
I was younger then….. When I chased the lizards and the rabbits and the kids throughout the land.
I was younger then….. When I thought that thoughts as these– they came from children –
Not from the bald old fogie…… that I am.
But I was younger………… then.
MaxStorm 2013
