Oscar Van Higham a poetic biography

I've grown up without growing old.

I've passed time by.

I'm running on ahead.

And now I've stopped.

 

I'm looking all around.

The past, the present, the future.

What I've done, what I've learnt.

What I now know.

 

Too young for time to pass me by.

 

Too young

Too old

Old enough.