I'm no longer young and carefree,
my body is riddled with pain.
I look down at the ground
at a young reflection in the rain.
I ache to bend and touch her,
but she always vanishes away.
I miss the body of that girl
who could run and play.
In my mind I see that girl,
but know she's out of reach.
It was me who ran at the waters edge
and skipped right down the beach.
I have lived a rich full life
and don't have many complaints.
In my mind is a blank canvas,
and my memories are the paint.
I've grown into a woman,
and have a thicker skin.
My face has the lines
