Skyward

I once had time to think and write
When I was in my prime
Staying up through half the night
To think and write. I once had time

For fanciful flights in a fertile mind
Unfettered by the plights
That limit what runways one can find
In a fertile mind for fanciful flights,

But I still try to soar when I can
I didn’t forget how to fly,
Sometimes it’s hard for this also-ran
To soar when I can, but I still try.