I Miss My Youth

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.
 
-3 September 1979  
  

[Source: "I Miss My Youth" in Sri Chinmoy,  Run and Become, Become and Run, Part 2, Agni Press/Aum Publications, Jamaica, New York, 1979.]