Time past

the wind blows hot

the wind blows cold

first you’re young

now you’re old

you had a dream

to fulfill

now all you have

is a pile of bills

the sun comes up

the sun goes down

this old world

keeps spinning around

what happened

you don’t even know

you were wild and free

with places to go

but you entered the cage

of responsibility

tangled with routine

for respectability

this is not where

you wanted to be

when you were young

so young and free

(c)2020 by Catherine Elder