From Morning Songs: Still Holding Those Ideals
Getting older but still holding onto the idealism of my youth.Being older doesn’t make me any less a kid still holding what was precious then, though now they’re tarnished and I must confess dulled by these aging hands and yet, again and again I hold those ideals to the light— sometimes the sun, sometimes the turning moon-- looking for that sparkle, that radiant sight, and again I want the warmth of noon, the sweetness of the air, the tender breeze of dreaming what could be, so full...