I wish I were young again
with lotteries to win
when it was always early morning
and I could smell the fumes of gas
and hear the mower slay the grass
as I lay a-drowsing, the sound
borne in by the breeze that under the window
came chiding ''up, you scow,
there is nothing to do but everything
and time to do it, now'.
and, turning, exited
the way it came in, in.
I wish I was a kid again
my first kiss still eons off
little knowing yet
from whom it would come
hardly sure it would please, and how;
or if, when it finally came
would it linger or be brief-
ignorant that, once it did
under the dripping apple tree, come,
in a light rain, beneath the moon
I would spend the rest of life
seeking it again.
I wish I was young again
looking eagerly ahead
waiting for heaven to rain riches
as sooner or later heaven would.
Everything still to come then
beat remembering
any and everything that had.
Oh, lovely expectation!
and life a toy with treasure very likely
sunk not too deep beneath the soil-
knowing trusting the what-will-be must
be better than trusting now.
Morgan Michaels
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wish-i-were-young-again/
