By Shane Robitaille
On an ordinary afternoon
An old man approached me to say,
"Stop for a second and listen, son;
This is your lucky day.”
With Doc Martens, and a shock of white hair
he looked like an aging punk rock star.
He said, “You don’t know me yet,
But I know who you are.”
“I have a few questions,” he said.
“If you have a minute or two.”
I wasn’t sure what to say.
I didn’t know what to do.
His friendly smile left his wrinkled face.
He suddenly looked stern.
He reached out to shake my hand.
His eyes were ablaze; his grip was firm.
“Why didn’t you go for it?” he asked.
“Why weren’t you bold?
Why weren’t you adventurous
Before you got too old?
Why didn’t you seek real love
In the most unselfish way?
Did you make the most, I mean the MOST
Of every single glorious day?
Why have you never taken a stand?
Why didn’t you ask her to dance?
Why aren’t you shooting for the moon?
Why aren’t you taking a chance?
Why didn’t you forgive more?
Why didn’t you find the time?
Why didn’t you run the big race?
Why aren’t you more kind?
Why aren’t you rocking this world?
Why didn’t you sing?
Why didn’t you run wild under the stars?
Where are your wings?”
The old man paused and smiled.
I said, “But how do you know me?”
“I am you in fifty years,” he said,
"And I’ve seen how things will be."
“Don’t waste your time, kid.
Dream big. Live hard. Be bold.
Find the good and beauty in this world,
And you’ll never, ever, ever grow old.”
“I’ve got to go now,” he said.
As he turned to walk away.
“Don’t wait another moment,” he added,
“Time is a gift. Seize the day.”