Pen in Hand

Pen in hand or board with keys
 Toil with verse and rhyme.
What disappoints might later please
 Hasten borrowed time.

Chills run up and down my spine
 To think of things I miss.
So much is gone that I called mine.
 Tough to reminisce.

Years ago on any day
 Far and wide I'd roam.
Busy with best friends at play
 Seldom around home.

Now kids huddle on the floor—
 Stationary fun.
Competing for the highest score,
 Sit instead of run.

Guess I'll wander at the beach—
 Spend time along the shore.
Ponder all that life might teach
 Had I a few years more.