I've changed.
I'm not that boorish mook anymore -
The one that plays the fool
for comfort.I'm not the child
that diligently follows
the cogs of time.I don't need
to spend my life
in the drudgery of routine.I don't need
to waste my life
doing what's forseen.I don't believe
in a world that cannot be changed
by the right instigators
putting in the right amount of work.I don't cry
because I'm an observer
and
I don't cry
because I see the wonder.I believe when the moment has come,
but I also believe in other ways
it could have been done.I'm a bystander.
I see the gears and wires of life
intertwine and ignite
in a flash of myriad possiblities.I am witness.
I see it all,
but I am no longer a part.I am who I am.
I reminisce and experience anew.
I've lived my life and done my deeds.
I watch and see and dream to be
Wherever I want whenever I want to be.I enjoy the meals fed to me
But not so much as my sweet reverie.
I see what the world needs of me,
And I hardly remember those
Who brought the world to me.
But I see my children have grown free.I do things everyone tells me I shouldn't.
I don't back out.I've earned my right.
I'm not a fool
to be appeased.
I've passed my goals
and look back
with glee.I am who I am.
I sit and sleep.
I think of things
and dream my dreams.
I have no need
to accomplish deeds.I'm not the man
who is seized
by love's joyful wings.
I had my chance,
and my moment has passed.
I had two wives,
and now I have none.I wish I had jumped another time.
I wish my legs weren't too weak.
I wish I had another love,
But I'm glad for the memories.We spent our time
In love's everlasting light,
And I still remember the nights
Laying arm in arm and side by side.
I glow from its enduring might.I am who I am.
I have ten grandkids
but no car
or house of my own.I make no money,
but I'm happy.
I go places like my son's
or my daughters'.I am free.
I know I am
Because
I am who I am.I'm not a youngster.
I'm not a nuisance or hindrance.
I'm not foolish or knowing
or anything in between.I'm not feeble;
I'm able.
I'm not idle;
I'm tired.
I'm not a chore;
I'm a man full grown.I've lived my life,
And done my deeds.I'm not a withered soul.
I am who I am.I am not who I used to be.
I haven't changed at all.
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