January, 2017, I wrote a poem, “When you were Eleven”.  In some ways, it’s one of my favorites because of the pre-puberty innocence of that time and thoughts that drive a young boy and how much life changes as we become adults.  However, at eleven I still had more of that “Little Boy in Me” of November 2015, not far removed from the bounce on the knee and the song and rhymes of a little boy.

Last night I dreamt that I was eleven again, and had all the emotions of a little boy wanting to stay in line and do as I was told and yet all the fire and restlessness of eleven, wanting to get out of school, to go play!  I want to run and play like a “Summer’s Day” of April 2016.

Oh, the promise of the future, the awareness of youth, and energy and thrill of life!   Keep always close that fire and passion of youth, and allow your dreams to take you back and remind you of those joys, those possibilities and forever young in heart you’ll be!