Young people do things differently

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,


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 real plan

Just passion as a companion.


Young people do things differently

They certainly do.

And I am so jealous.

Yes I am.