What meant the world to me, means naught to children; What moved me, beyond hope, leaves them but cold: Those things I held to heart, now dust and shadows; For time has passed, and I have gotten old. My eyes, once keen, were filled with ardent wonder For things indifferent to the young, because What meant the world, is fading with the starlight, For that is how What-is Becomes What-was
These words fill me with nostalgia. Love it. 🙂
A very poignant poem about, I think, the transitory nature of those things we value on earth and the differences between old and young. I hope when I am old, I look back on my life and think I have valued the right things while I am young. But one thing I have valued above almost everything is overcoming all my mental health problems and addictions through work on myself. I actually think this has been the most important thing I have achieved in my life and I doubt I will ever regret it, especially as I am now happier and more peaceful than I have ever been in my life. http://bit.ly/1ER5cLY
I just want to let you know you have inspired me today with this post. Thanks!
Ooooo, I like this Owen. Sadly reminiscent of everyone’s life!