When I was ten I wanted to comprehend everything in my world <br />on Sundays I was told not to steal, lie, or lust for women <br />those mornings were the worst of the week <br /> <br />at twenty I was certain it was just a matter of time before I would take grasp of the precious things <br />and I believed the preachers were different than me <br /> <br />when I was forty I felt if I had made some slightly different moves <br />I would have won the game <br /> <br />at fifty-five I no longer have a taste for the grand luxuries <br />i can be thrilled with a tall glass of ice water <br />or an idea <br />there is a spirit that shows me a path <br />I follow and don't mention it to anyone<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trail-3/
