They’d, worked, so god DAMN hard, to find, that solitary link to their own pasts…
Nobody said it was going to be easy, and they’d not expected it to be, but, they’d not expected, that everything would get harder, each and every mile they’d, traveled onward.
Recovering the lost days of their youths, oh, how they longed, to be young, healthy, vibrant, and actively participating in the goings on of life right now, but, they all just, sunk, back into their wheelchairs, slowly, withering, away.
how I used to be, and look at me now!!! Not my photograph…
Recovering the lost days of their youth, they’d catch a short-lived glimpse of their own younger years every now and then, then, everything escapes them, like that rug pulled from underneath their unsteadied feet, making them tumble down and cry. Recovering the lost days of their youth, how hard that can be, they no longer recall anything anymore, not even those, formerly, cherished memories of their younger, more vibrant days………
Recovering the lost days of their youth, how can youth just, slip on by, and, they’d, tried to, hold on to those former days of their glories, best as they can but, those lost days of their youths, became sand through their fingers, they simply, can’t hold on to them, any longer now.
and now, all I see are, what I can, NO longer do, not my photograph still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 