When I Was Young Poem by Debra Cranford

All the many made-up reasons
for all the things I've done
dont seem as important now
as they did when I was young

I have memories that always linger
in the recesses of my mind
like a book of photographs that I can flip thru
of all the things I lost....and of all the things I won
and some... of what I could never find
somehow the losing and the winning
doesnt feel so worthy now
as it did when I was so pridefully young