
The last time I was here I had a flip phone. Didn’t care to use it much then either.
The last time I was here I hadn’t trekked half the world. I still have so much to see.
The last time I was here I couldn’t grow a beard. Now my chin is as fiery as my fighting spirit.
The last time I was here all my knuckles were bare. Now gold graces my left hand.
The last time I was here I was a child. Now I am a child only at heart.
The last time I was here I drank water and milk by the gallon. Now if it’s brewed I’ll drink it dry.
The last time I was here I prayed out of obedience. Now I need the comfort that comes with it.
The last time I was here I dreamt of doing amazingly wonderus things. Now I have done them all and more.
The last time I was her I felt to young. Now I often fear I am becoming old.
The last time I was here I was 16 and full of dread and hope. Now I hope I am not what others dread.
The last time I was here I learned to love the quiet. Now I long for the quiet but learned to love the noise as well.
The last time I was here I was at the head of the race. Now I stroll, taking time, giving thanks for every precious step. Until the next time I am here…
About the Creator
Colin Gustafson
been writing poetry, short stories, and speeches of subjects of passion my entire life. I am now working towards a full length novel and to be published, self or traditionally. I am partial to fantasy and slight Si-Fi.



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