Writer’s Note: This is my Day 72 story re-posted from the year-long writing project I’m doing with my friend Joe. If you like what you see, please follow our plight on our blog!
Who are you to soar so high and push at verity’s bounds?
While we with years stand bent and broken, your joy our misery compounds.
Who are you to view kingdoms in grass, to see flight in an astir breeze?
While we with years see only the grass, bracing tight for the oncoming freeze.
Who are you with eyes so bright, planning lives through devices so grand?
While we with years sit and solemnly watch, thinking back to truly understand.
We with years once were young, and foolish, and bold while we let our dreams drift by.
So we bid stay the course and forgo our remorse - grab your dreams ‘fore they drift to the sky.