I remember, Youth.
I once firmly grasp your passion
I ran with your endless energy, flying over hill and dale, the wind straining to
catch up and warm sunlight on my face.
At night the stars were within my
grasp and love surrounded my every move.
Your strength pushed me to higher
levels, free from pain, fatigue or future cares.
Suddenly, somewhere along the
joy-filled way of life I stopped to sleep. When I awakened you were gone.
I searched for you but found you
left me behind. In the accompaniment of a new lover you deserted me.
I cry out for your return but to
Now, I find solace in memories
and sit a lonely traveler in a grim world filled with challenges I no longer
care to take.
My dreams are of youth and its
But there is hope for my spirit
is still young. In my mind I still run, love, conquer difficulties.
I watch you now, in the laughter
and song of my children and grandchildren.
I find that you never left after
all. You are endless.
About the Author
Richard Neal Huffman, of the Bangor Police Department, is the author of Rubal
and Dreams in Blue: The Real Police, along with other short stories.