When I was a young man I was extremely handsome: In a homely kind of way. When I was a young man I was stupidly intelligent: In a sagacity sort of way. I was a warrior then: Cunning and confidant, deliberate and strong. I was a lover then: Sensitive and nurturing, greedily seeking the sweat of my lust. When I was a young man I was immortal: Implacable, unforgiving and cruel. When I was a young man I was decisive: Stubborn, brutal, and fearless. I was a nightmare then: Fierce in the quest of my goals, viciously seeking success. I was a dreamer then: Filled with my righteousness, seeking my truth. Loving the chase. When I was a young man I was incomplete: I failed without knowing why. When I was a young man I was too young to see: The lessons each failure can teach. I was growing then: Too busy to learn from mistakes. To right to realize my wrongs. I was bloody then: Exposing my wounds with pride. Arrogantly blind to life’s callous charades. When I was a young man I fell in love: The warrior, the lover, the nightmare, and dreamer fell prey to the whims of my woman. When I was a young man I found my manhood: I became Her Husband. A Father. I found fear then: Worry and nights of despair. The desolation of loss for mountains I never would climb. I found strength then: My persistence and courage born, as I cradled our child in my arms. When I was a young man, my God I was young: I laugh with remembrance yet. When I was a young man I found my nobility: And grew old making it mine. The adventures are past now, old ones I’ve spent: And the body cries out for rest. But my mind is alive with the warrior and lover: And the nightmare and dreamer still breathe. The young man stands tall, bloody wounds and all: Full circle to life’s special joke.