In one year of agingI grow to be seniorthis status is not mentalI still have so far,to go. So far,have I comegreat distances traveledgreater obstacles climbedand the greatest people met. I follow otherslike waters to the moonsthe deepest ripples formfrom splashing not so far,away. So far,I am alrightfamily and friendsfood and firemy greatest treasures. The future flying backI am afraid of what comesam I independent of what passesI will not be so far,from love. So far we will go that we will look downmany years from now and be frightenedby not the thought of falling,but that we had been afraid to fly,so far below.