Aging Childhood Dream

Oh, that I could leap and run,

And frolic child-like in the sun,

But brittle are my aging bones,

With, somewhat flabby muscle tones.

So, in my body I must stay---

In the present---in today,

But, in my mind, I'll frolic, still,

Across the meadow and up the hill,

Through the woods, beside the stream---

In my aging childhood dream.

Thus, I will never stop until

In death, my mind lies mute and still.

By L. B. Strawn

September 28, 1984