Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

When You Are


When you are old and think about
all of your episodes filled with doubt,
think back again to what they meant,
where you were and where you were sent.
All of your joys and all of your woes
can all be measured. And so life flows
from the bliss of heavenly ways
into the heartache of lonely days.

When you are young you've not yet known
what you shall reap from what you've sown.
It comes upon you while you dance
to the light-hearted feel of sweet romance.
Prideful ways soon are lost
for the winds will change and you'll get tossed.
Before you know it you'll think about
all of your episodes filled with doubt.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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