Blissful Illiteracy

   
I had twelve years old, and dreams so young  
Dreamed To be a future poet as life was so long  
   
I had twenty two, and dreams even younger  
Yearned for poems written when getting older  
   
I had thirty three, dreams started to land  
They started to slow down, when ascend  
   
Then forty four, dreams stopped to soar  
Shoulder weighed down by the loads i bore  
   
Now past fifty, dreams are only winged words  
Lazing like those birds hovering above the herds  
   
And then, i envy those care free sleepy shepherds  
Carpe Diem living, blissful without the load of words  
   
We are damned, cursed, doomed to perpetual aching  
Our lives shrinking, hearts shaking, blurred vision blinking  
   
We are the most fragile, vulnerable beings ever  
Like Atlas? and yet Earth is far from being borne  
   
As the most little critter can easily harm our hearts  
Bleed our veins, cause, we poets are too much weak  
   
We turn sick at the faint blowing of Spring breeze  
For we are not armed against this life, with illiteracy  
   
   
Borne; verb to bear, means held or endure ,past tense or participle,not to be born, not to confound,plz