For mysoul
Posted on 29 April 2008 by MysticWino
Forever Young
Yes. I was Pan. Forever
young, a youth forever.
Until my back went out,
and white hair snuck in
to salt sandy hair and beard
and the gut-wrenching shock
of that first insurance premium
with a new driver, our second son,
increasing it near ten-fold.
Yes. I was of the Cult
of Youth, forever young.
Until I found direction
and learned enough to teach
and was forced by some strange
notion to set an example
for sons another man abandoned—
for their mother’s sake I grew
up . . . to be a man no longer
young
David M Pitchford
29 April 2008
Filed under: aging, creative souls, humor, national poetry month, poem, poems, poetry, poetry revolution, youth
Now, as I read this it dawns on me, that you have found the reason for this fear at the back of my mind- my life isnt original, cause at some point of time its “Forced by some strange Notion”.
And thank you.. I see it was for me :P(frumps the collar, just feeling great)