I want to expand my horizons before it’s too late.
That fine, restless, spirit; make time to know her.
New dreams replace old dreams; sigh don’t wait.
Years pass swiftly; sometimes aimlessly wander.
First twenty; seems to pace too slowly.
Twenty to forty; at ease with my song.
Logic murmurs; can’t go on endlessly.
Forty then sixty; has it been this long?
Someone waiting for this brief journey to matter.
Aged, eighty; should I set this weary, spirit free?
Are tentative steps my last rung on Life’s ladder?
No, I will shout to others you can learn from me!