It was spring.
But it was summer I wanted,
The warm days,
And the great outdoors.
It was summer,
But it was fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves,
And the cool, dry air.
It was fall.
But it was winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow,
And the joy of the holiday season.
It was winter.
But it was spring I wanted,
The warmth,
And the blossoming of nature.
I was a child.
But it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom,
And the respect.
I was twenty.
But it was thirty I wanted,
To be mature,
And sophisticated.
I was middle aged.
But it was twenty I wanted,
The youth,
And the free spirit.
I was retired.
But it was middle age I wanted,
The presence of mind,
Without limitations.
My life was over.
But I never got what I wanted.
Jason Lehman, “Present Tense” written when we was 14.
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