by Charles Piercey

Created on: October 28, 2008

Is he behind me now?

For me, I have decided not to be old or to let myself become old.

In my mind, I live forever in my youth. My back is stronger today

Than it was when I was 19; my arms able to carry heavier loads;

Where is this old man that looks for me now? He is not

Here. And should he show up at my door, I shall not let him in! I

Drink at the fountain that is fed from the oceans I have sailed. When I

Look up to the sky at night, I see the Northern Lights jarting to and fro, all about

My ship. I see, in the otherwise utter darkness, aboard my lone vessel

At sea, a million million stars that light up the night. Why would I ever be afraid

Of some old person? Mayhap his old sister has found her way to your door;

Perhaps he himself visits those around you, but not I. He will never find me

Where I live. I've never seen him on any ocean where my voyages have

Taken me. Oh, I travel far, but my pace is quick and he will never

Catch up, if he is indeed behind me.

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