by Marijo Phelps

Created on: April 05, 2010

Reflections, My thoughts

When I was little

I used to sit through talent shows

Anticipating every act

And counting those to follow

Halfway through the countdown began

And I'd be sadder when each

Successive act was finished

(Except of course at my sister's

Piano recitals when I couldn't wait

To leave)

And as I grow

I used to hate for relationships to stop

Not being able to count down the

Minutes left

I would instead ignore signs of

The proverbial curtain time

And instead try to reach back

Grasping illusions of what might

Have been.

And as I grow now

I know what the next step is

Not wanting my relationship with

Life to be over,

I used to want to stay in a given

Point of time yet have no regrets

That I never did, But I'm still

In “prime time” and I fear the thought

Of getting old, not older

But narrow, set in my ways,

Unwilling to bend or change or

Experience and grow.

May I always be able

To keep my head young,

Remain aware and alert

And live my life

Instead of having my life live me.

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