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