When I was young,
A wise man said to me,
"How fair the flowers to the young, How fair the spring and summer,
How fair the sweetness and the pain Of growing up."
Yet I laughed and said to him,
"Oh to be grown and wise and free,
To know a life that's ours alone,
None to dictate or scold or keep,
None to rule over our heart's desires.
How many summers passed since then!
And now that I am grown and wise and free,
I miss the sweetness of the chains that bound me,
Only with love.
Gloria Caballero Gay