A Stranger...

Time departed,
And others followed,
But I stopped-
           to drink deep of the spring,
           to feel close to my heart
           the warmth of the sheep;
           to embrace the hill and the vale
           and to play the games  
           that little children play.
So when Time did catch me,
I found,
           the others strangers;
           they did not share in my interests,
           their source of passion too differed,
           their heights of passion I could not attain.
A stranger I was, a stranger I remain.
JLynn23 JLynn23
22-25, F
May 9, 2012