If I could relocate <br />the imagination of my childhood, <br />lay it next to <br />the experimentation of my teens, <br />infuse it with <br />the debauchery of my twenties, <br />wrap it up in <br />the frustration of my thirties <br />season it with <br />the serenity <br />I've yet to achieve in my forties <br />and the wisdom <br />that's sure to come with my fifties, <br /> <br />I've a good chance of becoming a poet <br />before I collapse into my sixties.<br /><br />Sheila Knowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ages/
