When young it was so easy
so easy to be me
i ran in dew filled pastures
and climbed on aspen trees
When I grew up the game changed
no more was freedom free
the shackles of adulthood
uncalled for, unforeseen
Old age crept up with vengeance
and my fair hair turned gray
then angels sent from heaven
came down to ease the way
My friend, when life gets painful
and brick walls fence you in
stop clawing them and let go
then true life will begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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