once, we were young for a long time, fortune willing!
we were more beautiful than we knew, and thought
(wrongly - who knew!) that every thing was destined,
should we do decent and work at it all, to be Great!
we knew all the smells, feelings, bodily whims and
whistles of hopes and dreams! wishes were horses,
and we did ride, beggars and royalty alike, more so
equal than not, that we knew little shame - in the
main: we knew hope. we were convinced that we
had forever in our pockets, all evidence to contraire.
with élan and moxie and pretend and real and intense
and sorrow and joy and loves and hates and appetites
and opinions-without-experiences, we ruled our own
earths of our imagined nations, and, assumed heart
beats that knew all along how many were truly left.
now, in age, we remember once and wonder at the
numbers of beats of heart we have left splashing
about in our older chests. I wouldn’t trade ‘now’ for
being young. still, every cell in me sighs, remember?
remember when kisses were like honey? remember
the rains, the snows? remember how sunshine did
delight you? remember, once?....