This one hit me as i was going over the weather, my schedule, and “to-do list” after my morning routine of making coffee, getting the paper, and setting the breakfast table. Just hit me. And once again, the question of why i have this need to write and make it public. Don’t know. Just flat don’t know why. But it’s there. It’s there.

oh to be young again
when
the answers were so pat,
when
one side was right
and
one side was wrong
and
oddly, the right side
was always, always
on my side;
oh to be young again,
when
i didn’t know what i know now
and
the path was clear to success,
to victory
to riches
to love, unbridled passionate love
lasting until the sun set on life
and
that path did not, did not
include screwing others
(with many meanings for “screwing others”)
to get on down that path;
oh to be young again
when
i knew i would conquer the world
and
be a hero, the good kind
for
the bad kind was to be reviled
back then
and
didn’t worry about
hurting someone’s feelings
by a forbidden word
or
being misinterpreted by a zealot
from
one of the many sides of a problem;
oh to be young again
when
i was not aware
of
the hate and meanness of ordinary people
for masses of other humans
with
different views, different hues of skin color;
oh i wish i were young again
when
i was blind to all of
the injustices all around me
and
life was simple
in
my little slice of the world,
but
now
i know
and
it is not pretty,
without answers,
but
oh how much, how so much
i wish i were young again.