GONE ARE THE DAYS
Gone are the younger years when life was sharp and keen,
Although my body is now older, my spirit is still eighteen.
Wiser, my knowledge and learning grown and I’m mature
Yet deep down within my heart dwells youth I can’t ignore.
My heart still wants to rock climb and absail down again,
Hike along an ill marked path in very rough, harsh terrain,
Build mighty sandcastles to try and fight the coming sea,
Tour many old places and learn more about our history.
I’d love to follow the gliding eagle and find it’s home,
Never worry where I went or how far I had to roam,
Maybe go on the ocean in a force ten howling gale,
Hang on for dear life even when I am sick and turn pale.
But ill health and a weakened heart that is often in pain
Means I can never do those great things ever again,
But I will stay young at heart and often sweetly dream,
And glory in the things that I have done and have seen.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 4 March 2006