REMINISCENCE

  

When I was young

I believed that  oceans

Have no memories,

Only waves.

 

When I was young

I saw the trees

And the falling leaves,

But not the shadow.

 

I saw the wrinkles

But not the worries,

The body

But not the heart,

When I was young.

 

Suddenly

When many years

Crept inevitably beneath  a tired foot

And an aching shoulder,

You will see

The memories of the ocean

The shadow of the tree

The heart of a traveler

And the spirit of a dream.

 

 

 

November 9

Fr. Jun