Was That Me

I look at young eyes
and wonder….
where they’ll go –
will they see places
I’ve never been
or worlds I can’t imagine –
will they drink in
far beyond their vision
or only the seas, I’ve seen –
will they capture moments
or live…. in the solitude
of memories –
will they dream
of nights, I’ve not yet seen
or lavish in the days
too bright for me to hold –
now I look at young eyes
and wonder….
was that me –
a long time ago.