I reblogged this because the poem made me feel something and I love early Elton John. Hearing this song brought back feelings from my youth of hope and promise and beauty and goodness. More and more, I have been getting in touch with earlier aspects of myself before I put up impermeable walls of protection. Dare I let those walls come down? Or, perhaps, just peek over the tops and remember who I once was? I wonder if I am still that person deep down inside. Poetry and literature, music and people affected me in good ways. I danced in solitary joy and sang from my heart. Can I journey back and recapture that part of my soul that I left along the wayside when life got too dark and difficult? I think I can and I think I am. To be sure, I am taking small steps back. But, I no longer feel these aspects of myself to be worthless. Maybe, this is the wisdom of age — to again recognize what is of true value. So, I climb over the walls and pick up hope and beauty and place them in my backpack. I will keep them in my future travels through this life.