I no longer walk to the tips of mountains and touch the sky.
I no longer run wild in the meadows and hold my babies in my arms.
I no longer feel I could, can and will do anything.
I no longer feel I can fix all things and make them better.
I no longer touch the faces of family and friends gone to the four winds.
I no longer cry out in bliss or sing the songs of times well past.
But, I did...oh yes I did them all...and I did them all well, so very well.
Current Music: Old songs long past their prime