When I was a child ...
1 Corinthians 13:11
11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child,
I reasoned like a child. But when I became an adult, I set aside childish ways.
When I was a child ... I thought and dreamed.
Useless as it seems ... I am now full-grown.
No turning back the clock ... the spring is long gone.
It appears that time has stopped ... in a job half-done.
Purpose left long ago ... and selfish took its place
disguised as some concern ... for the human race.
Self is in the middle ... a vacuum pulling in
all the people in the riddle ... to live by “might have been”
Is there a way of changing ... the condition that I’m in
if in love with rearranging ... the emptiness within?
Maybe that is why I’m busy ... with no time to spare.
for all seems ragged and fuzzy ... with nothing to compare.
Moving on while standing still ... wondering where I’ll be.
Sleeping on the windowsill ... enslaved to poor old me.
Daylight comes and then the night ... not noticing day’s glory.
maybe the start of the purpose ... of the “Old, Old Story”
Jan Wienen