Mourning The Man That I Used To Be

I mourn the man I used to be.

I was so happy and carefree.

Worry rarely crossed my mind,

And I lived in the moment

Almost all of the time.

I stood tall and strong in my small world

With my darling wife and three little girls.

A younger, more virile version of me.

I mourn the man that I used to be.

A sociable fellow by nature, I was.

I did all of those things that a younger man does

Surrounded by friends and family.

I mourn the man that I used to be.

Now, I have memories of my younger life

Which I sometimes discuss with my wonderful wife,

And I wonder what my difficulty for each day will be.

Since I'm not the man that I used to be.

I try to stand tall and strong in my mind

As I face the challenge of my daily grind.

I will tackle whatever the next obstacle might be

As a much wiser version of the man I used to be.

With the future not promised, I keep the past in my mind

As I navigate the passage of time.

A new man emerging for the whole world to see

From the growth and maturation of the man I used to be.