Last night at Porters Call Evening of Stories, Luci Swindoll recited a poem written by a 14 year old. It’s a remarkable poem that speaks truth to all who are willing to listen. Enjoy, and be inspired to be present in your life.
It was spring, But it was summer I wanted,
The warm days, And the great outdoors.
It was summer, But it was fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves, And the cool, dry air.
It was fall, But it was winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow, And the joy of the holiday season.
It was winter, But it was spring I wanted,
The warmth, And the blossoming of nature.
I was a child, But it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom, And the respect.
I was 20, But it was 30 I wanted,
To be mature, And sophisticated.
I was middle-aged, But it was 20 I wanted,
The youth, And the free spirit.
I was retired, But it was middle age I wanted,
The presence of mind, Without limitations.
My life was over.
But I never got what I wanted.
(HT: http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1989-02-14/features/8903050524_1_poem-letters-holiday-season)