Fears, Tears and Life

I remember, Youth.
I once firmly grasp your passion for life.

I ran with your endless energy, flying over hill and dale, the wind straining to catch up and warm sunlight on my face.

At night the stars were within my grasp and love surrounded my every move.

Your strength pushed me to higher levels, free from pain, fatigue or future cares.

Suddenly, somewhere along the joy-filled way of life I stopped to sleep. When I awakened you were gone.

I searched for you but found you left me behind. In the accompaniment of a new lover you deserted me.

I cry out for your return but to no avail.

Now, I find solace in memories and sit a lonely traveler in a grim world filled with challenges I no longer care to take.

My dreams are of youth and its thrills.

But there is hope for my spirit is still young. In my mind I still run, love, conquer difficulties.

I watch you now, in the laughter and song of my children and grandchildren.

I find that you never left after all. You are endless.

James Warren is a pen name. The author is a long time resident of the state of Michigan; a father, brother, uncle, grandfather, nephew and step father. He enjoys canoeing, bicycling, motorcycles, white water rafting, camping, archery, sky-diving, exploring and sleeping in his Lazy-Boy. In his lifetime he has been shot, stabbed, impaled, knocked out, kicked, punched, spit on and slapped. He tried politics and found the stench unbearable; if you lie with dogs you’re going to get fleas; you will also lose your moral compass. He is neither Democrat or Republican; he is an equal party hater. He loves his country, the US, and is deeply troubled by the corruption in government.
He hates political correctness and finds it is just another way of taking away the freedom to speak ones mind.
He enjoys writing and intends on writing many more books.