Not Possible To Foresee [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Makes me think after careful consideration
now’s the time to reveal what we reaped in
our youth; be it fear, egoism, happiness, pain,
hope, integrity, kindness, hatred or cynicism,
ideals, visions or dreams – I find it difficult to
keep my ideal of making new dreams alive

Though this is what I planned in my youth
I realise it was not possible to foresee how
passing years would affect me, how ability
to be content with my little world would
evaporate as I aged; now it is time to show
what we are made of, using humour as the
only shield against loss of agility, freedom
to do anything we please,

Oh to regain a joy of discovery, a magic of
wonderment on beholding sweet things –
like old-fashioned chivalry…

Sunday 4 August 2013