Young and Old

I wish I’d known the younger you –
That priceless, uncut gem.
We could have wandered through the dew
At four or five a.m.

Or stood upon a hill, instead,
And watched the clouds that pass
Or made our ancient woodland bed
Of bracken, moss and grass.

But I was such a troubled youth
And looked the other way;
I walked the Earth in search of truth,
That is, until today.

The older you unlocks the door
To that which I was looking for.

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