Recently, a fellow blogger spoke about growing older and remembering things past. It reminded me of a poem I posted in 2014 along the same lines. Here is “The Me I Used to Be”. Thank you, Butch, for the reminder that we can live in both worlds…young and old. Actually, scriptures speaks of this also…”Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”( 2 Corinthians 4:16)
THE ME I USED TO BE
I miss the me I used to be,
the things I used to do,
I miss the energy and verve,
the vim and vigor too.
I miss the way my feet could dance,
the way my body bent,
contorted to the Limbo
(under the pole I went).
I miss the feel of garden soil
where once my hands would dig
while scrunching down to plant the seeds
before my joints got big.
Yes, I miss the me I used to be
and all the things I did,
but even though the body’s old,
inside I’m still a kid.
Does this mean my infantile attitude is justified, even at my age? Let’s party
If mine is, I guess yours is too. 🙂