Young people do things differently
How quickly us fifty something forget,
How we could go at anything for hours
like making love,
or marching for a cause.
We just kept going,
feeling fantastically fit
to rule the world.
all the time knowing exactly when
to take a cleansing breath,
because
time was endless
it meant everything to
let the breeze
caress your face,
every moment was embraced
allowing the
rain to slide
and drip from
your hair.
We did not care.
We strolled through life
making each moment count.
No GPS
No SUV
No real plan
Just passion as a companion.
Young people do things differently
They certainly do.
And I am so jealous.
Yes I am.
