Poem – When I was Young

When I was young . . .
dazed and confused,
made messed up beds,
bad for the head.
Too many rocks in my water
to see clearly.
Couldn’t be still.
Wouldn’t be still.

I knew all the answers,
no one knew better than me.
Rebellious, no-love kid
who defied gravity.
Pushing onward and upward,
forward to make my mark.

Gonna take the town by storm.
Nobody noticed
and I was destroyed.
Look, here I am. The further I got,
the bigger I was.
An image of projection.
Who took away my silver screen?

Now, I am still and I doth see His face
as I shine like a diamond reflecting His grace.

R.A. Feller