no times for hi’s
youth is blinding
no wrinkles binding
no limits on days
just hours we play
youth on our side
doors open wide
running carefree
so much to see
laughter and tears
passing of years
as it winds down
wishes not found
memories unwrap
photos fall to my lap
my tears trickle down
my voice lost its sound
I muster a smile
at the photograph mile
A smile crosses my face
Because I’m still in the race
