Who said?

Oh to be young

and as fresh

as spring flowers

and as innocent

as a young child

drawing strange

patterns on a wall.


But alas I

am old and

my pattern is set,

and I have

seen most of what

life has to offer.


Hang on a minute!


Who said I can’t draw

on a pristine wall

or pick fresh flowers

when their alluring

scent overwhelms me?


Who said?