LIKE CHILD, LIKE MAN
The older I grow, the more trying the chore
I expect of myself
Much more than before
Though I seem much stronger, in so many ways
I grow weak from my thoughts, of narrowing days
My three minds pull my eyes to numerous scenes
They fight with my focus, as if they are dreams
My hands shake madly, from towers of fear
I‘d be so able
If my worries were clear
But my path is scattered with too many holes
I see my face staring back
With too many goals
I wish I could live through my childhood views
So quiet
So passive
With nothing to lose
But No,
That is not, the way I will age
There are a thousand things I must etch on this page
And though my mind is crowded
Like a wayward mass
Inclined to shatter, like a toppled glass
I will fight the mayhem, that vows to build
Knowing my purpose, can never be filled
But I will do what I can
Up to the day I should die
Like child, Like man
I will never not try