Chicory

My poem read two weeks ago: 

Chicory

When I was very small the world was full of unnamed flowers and other wonders,

When I was a boy the time was full of play,

When I was a teenager the life was full of me,

When I was a young man the space was full of a new family and work and intent,

Now that I am an old man the mornings in the summer are full of beautiful blue chicory flowers