The kind of young
Old age dreams Youth to be
I never really was-
But still
There was the sense
Of everything still ahead
Of painful uncertainty
And questionable possibility
There was a different kind of Hope-
If I were young again
I would have been a different kind of person
More courageous –
But I was only my self-
And this old self
Like that young self
Finds it very difficult
To move in the real world
In any way at all.
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