I Look back and remember
when times were innocent,
life was much sweeter
in the morning the sun would rise
and in the evening would go down.
I'd have a smoke and get very high
as the moon glided through the sky,
happy days, humming with promise
the future seemed so exciting,
life was a compass, that followed no maps.
As time past, fell in love many times
rising like the wind, could do cartwheels for hours,
felt the wealth of kindness, releasing many smiles
ties bound with magical power
I danced merrily across the land.
And when injustice started to call
I would stand with my brothers and sisters,
in the summer,the spring and the autumn
on the cold edges of winter,
hoping hard times would pass.
Now 51, still on the edge of reason
but lovers and friends have gone,
that I can no longer dance with
as tides of inequity continue to grow
with social media, I release my chorus.
Still learning to live, let go and flourish
while mind and body getting tireder,
bones steadily getting brittler
my voice at least remains strong
one thing that is for sure, this life goes on.
