Once a boy, with skies so wide,
Dreams like rivers, a restless tide.
Youth flowed gently, a stream of gold,
The world was vast, the stories untold.
Steps were light, with time to spare,
The future whispered, "Come, I’m there."
Each dawn a promise, each night a star,
The horizon beckoned, "You’ll go far."
Now the rivers wind and slow,
The boy I was begins to show.
A life that was, a life that stays,
In echoes soft of younger days.
RJDBA
March 10th, 2025
