Remember as a child

            running wild,

into the street, it

was safe to do, once

a look in both directions,

     it was true.

Remember as a teen

           running lean,

with a heart pounding

in that chest, bounding

to make a play

to win the day.

Remember as an adult

              trying to vault,

in a friendly game

of pick-up ball,

regretting it the

moment you began to fall.

Remember as you age,

and you get to the last page

of the story you wrote,

it was real,

it had heart,

you got to

play the best

part, you.