Be it of, my mind, body and soul
I am now becoming more concerned
about death and growing old!
While still young at heart and spirit in tact!
my life's movements don't always fit
of my child like, actions impact.
Forming its own, kind of frolic and feast
sometimes releasing, from within
My youths, child like beast.
Adults not caring, with confusion and staring
at what looks like, my now, aged past memory.
How do I hold, what seems much too bold?
I can't help, what my heart still cries out, too be!
'My Lord, please help me! '
To grow with age, much more gracefully!
That I will not, seem to be so out of place.
For I know in my heart, that my youth must depart
and be replaced with grace gained,
and live in this, older more mature part of me.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-more-mature-part-of-me/
