Most of us go through life
Following rules.
The supposedly correct way
To do those things
That living puts in front of us.
But as I age I look back,
Look back at those rules
And wonder.
They seemed to suit me,
Made my life happy,
Contented,
Free.
Free to come to old age
Feeling a life well spent,
But I wonder.
I wonder what I had lost,
Losing things in my life
Doing those things
That were expected of me,
Instead of doing those things
That I had wanted to do,
I wonder.