I'm no longer young and carefree, <br />my body is riddled with pain. <br />I look down at the ground <br />at a young reflection in the rain. <br /> <br />I ache to bend and touch her, <br />but she always vanishes away. <br />I miss the body of that girl <br />who could run and play. <br /> <br />In my mind I see that girl, <br />but know she's out of reach. <br />It was me who ran at the waters edge <br />and skipped right down the beach. <br /> <br />I have lived a rich full life <br />and don't have many complaints. <br />In my mind is a blank canvas, <br />and my memories are the paint. <br /> <br />I've grown into a woman, <br />and have a thicker skin. <br />My face has the lines
