I always liked the idea <br />of becoming a wise old man <br />but I may be too old for that <br />now <br /> <br />however <br /> <br />there are moments when <br />like today <br />the sun's shining on the trees <br />their leaves glinting in the slight breeze <br />and time seems to be unaware of itself and <br />and I feel good about myself too <br />in the same blissfully thoughtless way <br /> <br />that's even better <br />like a jar of golden promise <br />that doesn't need a label<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0028-aw-bless/
