Life (The) Of Me Poem by Tom Courtney

I want to tell the life of me
the long the short the strife of me
I want to tell it how it came
I want to praise me cast the blame

I want to stride on oceans blue
and walk through vales wet with dew
I long to sense it draw it near
when time was long and I was dear

There was a time when I was true
when I could not but rightly do
A time when boldness pinioned me
I found that action set me free

I never stopped to dissect plot
staunch in character brusque in thought
Tough I thought I was I once when
the birds sang clear and I was ten

I want to tell the tale to me
who I was once and cannot be
when things of every small detail
a puppy’s spit a kitty’s tail

A bag of marbles cat’s eyes too
a patch of red on trousers blue
a bigger house than now I see
where walls were mountains and waters sea

And walkways to and from the home
gave me freedom far to roam
down to canyons dense in trees
forests taller than the breeze

Open meadows clear in light
wide-eyed wonder without fright
Now I want to chase that dream
when I was young when milk was cream

That time when I could never know
that it would pass and I would grow

“Young people are in a condition like permanent intoxication, because youth is sweet and they are growing.” Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC) , 'Nicomachean Ethics'