Past present and future

Young  
 
We reap what we sow, improvising as we go,
hardly able to keep hold to what little we know.
Telling our folks, that we just wanna smoke,
no matter the consequences they can invoke.
Can't they all see, I  just long to be set free,
showing the world what it means to be me.  
What if I just wait and leave it up to random fate,
imagining if it might be ok for my dreams to deflate
Do I take a pass, falling in line with the human mass
knowing I might throw my chance away, like trash.
In the future will I rejoice, or regret my young choice?
Left to always wonder what happened to my voice.
 
Mature
 
We reap what we sow, improvising as we go,
confident of all of the little things we now know
Now we are folks, who still wanna little smoke
just to spite all the consequences it may invoke.
Now I can see, and have learned to live free.
I  showed the world what it means to be me.
Never could I wait, or leave it up to random fate.
or just stand by while all my dreams slowly deflate.
I did not take a pass, or follow the human mass,
or justify throwing my dreams out like trash.
No longer fearful to rejoice, in my young choice.
And I am here to tell you I now know my voice.
 
Aged
 
We reap what we sow, improvising as we go,
now aware of how very little we ever did know.
Now grand folks, who still don't mind a smoke,
But no longer abiding the consequence it may invoke
On the horizon I see, what it really means to be free.
Having shared with family what it means to be me.
I now wait, never again to dread my earthly fate,
knowing the time will come when I must deflate.
Never did I pass, choosing to care for the human mass,
realizing that no one deserves to ever feel like trash
Grateful to rejoice, that I owned my young choice,
proud to say that I always honored my inner voice.
 
Julie
 
D.D.
 
5-23-2009
 
Just little ole' me bending and manipulating my verse to my will:-)