Old

7 Apr

Sometimes I don’t realise

just how old I am

my soul stretches over centuries

and something I may have done

so long ago

can still resonate in last night’s dreams

We have been there

darting about the edge of the universe

don’t you remember how strange it felt

to be moving so fast into

you knew not what

and the future was filled with

a joyous expectation

no end to our explorations

how old must we be

to be young again?

at what point does the future become

the past

and we start all over again?

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