MISSING ME
I keep searching for that boy of my youth,
the one who always wanted to be the best
at everything he did,
everything he dreamed he’d do
and,,,, who put forth the effort
necessary to accomplish all his goals.
The one who worked hard
because his older siblings always had,
because it was engrained within him
from birth
And,,,,,
because it was expected.
The one who always did one more
than the previous best,
who ran harder,,,,
and faster,,,,
always trying to be first….
Who jumped higher,,,,
further,,,,
or longer,,,
always striving to be the best.
I miss that boy…
Although I don’t remember him leaving,
he’s been gone for some time now
and I fear he’ll never return.
Missing me…..
Copyright © 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.
Regis
Anna
Chip Bergeron
When that day comes, I will accept it with grace, knowing that I have prepared well for a long life ahead. However, if stem cells come along, I'll get back out on the golf course and beat my brother's ass! ;-)
Ron
Donna
:) Janna