Own Way

on my back, the sun is felt
and on my neck and arms 

and legs as it cannot be

escaped any more as it

once was when I was poor

and young and had no need

to venture outside the walls

of my prison home in which

I spent most of my early

years learning to dream of

the sun and fun and the 

freedom needed to go my

own way in this life of ours.

13Oct17