The Old Man and the Young Man

The Old Man and the Young Man

dedicated to Neil Dorans who reminded me of the young man within

Last night, in the playground of my thought,

I met myself strolling on the walk.

We both came pondering puzzles we fought,

But paused in recognition to talk.

“Say, old man, do you remember me?”

I asked the grey-bearded one.

“Oh, do you still dream of what you will be?”

I responded to the young gun.

“Am I happy, am I famous;

Have I lived the life I want?

True to my ideals or aimless,

Off course, and nonchalant?

“I wish to grow and know myself,

To see a better world,

To add knowledge to mankind's shelf,

To see peace's flag unfurled.

“Family and friends of whom I care

Are scheduled in my plan.

Achievement and fun, plenty to share,

As I am you, old man.”

“I have not changed who you become,

Though choice and chance prevail.

I am happy to want what did come,

To have survived life's travail.

“And yet, not all goes as planned,

And our chosen paths diverge.

Life does not bend to youth's command,

And unseen obstacles emerge.

“My lad, be prepared to be surprised,

More and less are yet to come.

Allow ourselves to be advised

By experience-acquired wisdom.”

I looked upon me and I looked back,

Disbelief filled all our eyes.

My life to be I cannot hijack,

Nor life that was likewise.