MANY WINTERS by Nancy Wood
If I had known before, all the things I know today,
I would have begun my life as an old woman.
Tricked by old men telling me there was nothing to fear
Except leaving my youth behind.
What would have been the fun of that?
What home would my mistakes have had?
It is better this way.
Now I can wish for my youth to come back.
Just so I can tell it, how old age is nothing buy
Remembering how rich the green fields looked
Despite the lack of rain.