Roger Liebmann

YEARNING

Most of us have yearned like that, Alan…

It hits hard as a student when warm winds waft past the school room windows.
Long hours at work steal our ability to run and have fun on a warm sandy beach.
Now I have the freedom to do all that in nature, whenever I like.
The inclination in old age is just not the same.
In the freedom of old age I yearn for the energy of the past
When I yearned for freedom to have fun in a fecund earth.
“Almonds come to old men with no teeth.”

A response to the poem, “Yearning” ©Copyright December 31, 2007 by Alan L. Winters