Looking Back Poem by Richard St. Clair

All in all I don't have much to complain of,
Life has been a blessing, long and short,
I'd never want to give up, to abort
A life that's blessed with unconditional love.
Yet still there are some aspects of this life
I'd rather never want to bear again,
Sick acts of torment causing me much pain,
As if they were the plunging of a knife.
I now look back, philosophically, serene,
Though many are the scars I yet must wear,
They no longer cause me to shed a tear—
For I've come to live as if I'm in a dream.
Living to old age is mighty risky:
But in my heart I'm still a youngster frisky.