I miss my mind at seventeen,
wide open, inhaling scripts whole,
tape recorder, keeping copies clear
I miss my heart at twenty four
pulsing with hope, confident
love would withstand every storm.
I miss my body at thirty two,
strong, graceful, life iving,
confident in the flow of the dance.,
I miss my soul at fifty five,
sheltering matriarch soul, steady,
root, trunk, branch and leaf.
At sixty four, mind slower,
heart sadder,body stiffer,
soul weary, I am myself still.
This poem was written for dVerse Poetics