When I was a boy of seven,
I used to climb apple-trees.
When I was a lad of fifteen,
I used to walk on the roofs.
When I was a young man,
I used to conquer the peaks.
And now I'm a grey-haired cloud,
I'm going wherever I want.
Igor Grey Balatsky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/higher-6/
