Once Upon A Time, I Liked To Write In Rhyme, Poem by Catherine Phillips

Once upon a time, I liked to write in rhyme,
Words flowed straight to the page with nothing left behind,
Words came so easy then, from where I just don't know,
Quiet thoughts of hopes and fears and even those I couldn't speak,
A clean white page, a waiting stage, the perfect way tobe unique,
A space to talk and dream, too fantasize, of all the things we seek.

Years passed, and now I find there's even more to say,
Older & wiser now, things learnt along the way,
Knowing life's a journey, going just one way.
Knowledge builds on knowledge like bricks that children play,
The basics learnt in Kindergarten, refined along the way.

Death is not a stranger now, it comes to everyone,
I'd bravely fight to keep it out, but I know I wouldn't win.
I've held the hand of loved ones when life was near the end.
And realised; our lives are made of the moments,
we'd sooner didn't end.