I miss my youth³

When I went out running I saw a short, thin, old man with a hat and cane sitting on the edge of a wall, waiting for the bus. I didn’t pay any attention to him, but when I came back from my seven-mile run, the same old man was still waiting there. He said to me, “How I wish I could get back my youth.”

I said, “I too miss my youth.”

“How old are you?” asked the man.

“Forty-eight,” I answered.

“I am seventy-three,” said the man.

I stayed there with him for two or three minutes and then I finished my run.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 2, Agni Press, 1979
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