Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Younger Than That Now

My heart was sewn upon my sleeve
Its colours black and white
I had no time for shades of grey
My path ahead shone bright
I would not bend or flex my mind
Or shifting views allow
But I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

The world - a bruised and broken sphere
Was mine alone to mend
With heated words I stood my ground
And angry letters penned
Chastising generations who
Had failed to act somehow
But I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

I gorged on trite, romantic words
That spilled from Mills and Boon
That single look as eye meets eye
Across a crowded room
Convinced that nothing in the world
Could break a sacred vow
But I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

I mocked the faith the child in me
Had built into my life
Believed instead religion was
The cause of endless strife
Science gave me answers to
The what and why and how
But I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

I knew I was invincible
A hero near-to-birth
I saw my life a comet bright
Across a dim, dark earth
A furrow carved across a field
My passion as the plough
But I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

My autumn soul has found its rest
My summer heart fights on
But now I lean upon the Lord
And find all striving’s gone
He meets the deepest needs in me
My what, my why, my how
Oh yes, I was much older then
I'm younger than that now



(A tamer nod to Bob Dylan's "My Back Pages")

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