Oh how I wish for younger days!
‘Twas yesterday, or so it seems
When I moved with grace and ease.
Now I plod along with labored gate
Supported by my cane…
‘Twas yesterday when shades shielded my eyes
And gave me an air of mystery.
Now my glasses are thick to enlarge the field
Of what I struggle to see…
And nothing shields me from the light
For without it I cannot see.
Oh how I wish for younger days…