My friends used to say I was like an old man in a young man’s body,

I treasure the early mornings;

I am enamoured with the stories of the days gone by;

I look back at every day I have lived in my younger life

with the kind of wisdom and mind I wish I had at those times.

But I also bring the kind of youthful inexperience

that old men recognise as both insightful and nostalgic;

The deceptive energy that convinces me

that the world is mine for the taking;

The unmistakable optimism that things can

and will get better.

That what is to come is far greater than what has been.

Such is what is said of this old young man

whose withered eyes and youthful heart

aren’t as telling as they seem.