On New Year Day, my friend pastor Mark Shupe spoke about happiness at Cherry Hills Community Church. He shared the following poem, which has an interesting backstory. Jason Lehman wrote it when he was 14 years old. His relatively young age is even more amazing when you read the poem and consider his perspective. He sent it to Abigail Van Buren who verified Jason’s age and ran the story in her column on February 14, 1989. I am interested if anyone knows Jason Lehman or what’s happened in the intervening years of his life. We can be grateful to him for this wise reflection:
It was spring, but it was summer I wanted,
The warm days, and the great outdoors.
It was summer, but it was fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves, and the cool, dry air.
It was fall, but it was winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow, and the joy of the holiday season.
It was winter, but it was spring I wanted,
The warmth and the blossoming of nature.
I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom and respect.
I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted,
To be mature, and sophisticated.
I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted,
The youth and the free spirit.
I was retired, but it was middle-age I wanted,
The presence of mind without limitations.
My life was over, and I never got what I wanted.