I wish I were young again br with lotteries to win br when it was always early morning br and I could smell the fumes of gas br and hear the mower slay the grass br as I lay a-drowsing, the sound br borne in by the breeze that under the window br came chiding ''up, you scow, br there is nothing to do but everything br and time to do it, now'. br and, turning, exited br the way it came in, in. br br I wish I was a kid again br my first kiss still eons off br little knowing yet br from whom it would come br hardly sure it would please, and how; br or if, when it finally came br would it linger or be brief- br ignorant that, once it did br under the dripping apple tree, come, br in a light rain, beneath the moon br I would spend the rest of life br seeking it again. br br I wish I was young again br looking eagerly ahead br waiting for heaven to rain riches br as sooner or later heaven would. br Everything still to come then br beat remembering br any and everything that had. br Oh, lovely expectation! br and life a toy with treasure very likely br sunk not too deep beneath the soil- br knowing trusting the what-will-be must br be better than trusting now.