Remember when we were strong

"I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill.  Selah.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me." - Psalm 3:4-5

I was strong once, not long ago.
I would run, and play, and search, and see.
The possibilities were many, and the door was open.
Often I would walk through, and go.

We took steps, and covered so much ground,
Building mounds, digging holes. 
Met new friends, keep old ones.
We were unstoppable, and confident.

We were so strong.  We have so much fun, and so much love.

Pains came, hard times. 

Trips to the emergency room.

Is our heart giving out?  Is it breaking?

Rest is good, and it seems to be the cure.
Sleep is where we escape, and the second wind is coming.
New adventures, continued walks, past fades.
I remember when we were strong.
We will be again soon.