Poem 296: Beyond Age

When I was three, sitting happy on my father's knee

I didn't think in detailed hope about what is to be

At six I worried 'bout storms of dread 

and being alone with parents dead

with fitful sleep I fought to keep

those thoughts far from my head

When I was ten, running, teasing, laughing playing tag

I dreamed I'd be an astronaut or doctor or maker of art

at 16 I was fast approaching 

a life that was slowly encroaching

then when I embraced past fear

I grew with God a life more dear

At 21 my days were numbered by no one but me

I turned in applications to support a future still unseen

at 24 my dreams were crushed

my time on earth had become rushed

then 27 came and went 

and left me to remember this

There is no age in the beyond except that to which heart belongs

in me that age remains the same

the ripe old age of 3