Who will stand up for?

Who will stand up

for

the dreamers, the poor

the music unsung?

These frail words

stand in the context of

LOVE

piercing through the

A frail curtain of humanity's weight.

Illusory shadows of life have

hidden our soul

and we need to

stop our insane dance of consumption

and act and fight

under starry, starry skies and star-lit candles.

Will, we again stand up

for the Dreamers

the eccentric wheelers

for silences unsaid

for the words unheard

Those were the days by Mary Hopkins reminded me that we are older but no wiser and perhaps that is a good thing as we may have yet time to fulfill not the opportunities of youth, but the promises we made to ourselves in our youth. At one point in my life I believed that we all had the same ability to grasp the opportunities that came along, I did not realize that was not true. 

Opportunities are always there, but because of many factors in our life build a way of seeing the world that does not allow some of us to see these opportunities, or does not allow us to act on the opportunities that come along. Those of us who were lucky seized some opportunities and ignored others; either way, we continued to live our lives and engage with the world. However, when we were young we made promises to ourselves, and my hope is that as we get older, we remember and act on the promises. I saw, many years ago, on a graffiti wall this message: "I wish I could be the hero/heroine, I thought I would be when I was 10" As we move into our 70's's maybe we have the chance to be that hero/heroine once more