DIFFERENT ME

The older I get

the deeper my soul

The longer the days gone

the simpler my goal

Technicolour dreams of youth

replaced by a milder array

more vanilla hopes and stills

just a ship that lies in the bay

Some call it age and some, wisdom

this thankful stilling of the mind

but what it is, you can only see

when you stop the dash, and find

Colour me sea

I am free

allowed to be

a different kind of me

L. Spies

2014