James Flynn

I look back upon the days of old

With wiser eyes

But now slightly cold

Many times I have wished

That to the past I could have returned

To prevent the wasted years I churned

No stranger to regret is I

I have seen the world through distorted eyes

But I feel somewhere deep in my being

That certain hangups are decreasing

The grudging force that I used to harbour

Is still not far

But its grip is weaker

As I progress from young to old

An acceptance grows

And so eases life's flow

A possible comfort that I hope awaits

Is to immerse myself and develop a poise

To embrace life and accept the joys