Youth

Youth

I wanted to write something completely profound or hilariously funny on being a “youth”. Alas the thoughts would not come. Instead I wrote a poem mindful of youthful intent.  We would try anything new.  The world was our oyster and nothing could harm us, we were invincible.

Oh how I long for the days of youth

As new worlds were introduced

Unguarded simple and fun

No such thing as can’t be done

Awaking ready for new adventure

Delightful heady robust and free

Nothing could dampen our glee

Through a window to the past

I now look and am aghast

How in the blink of an eye

Life has whizzed on by

As recalling fond memories

Fills me with aching reverie

No my youth was not misspent

Nor was it irrelevant

Unfettered youthful joy

No one can destroy

 

 

5 thoughts to “Youth”

  1. Sometimes, I’m really glad I didn’t have the most fun when I was young. My fondest memories are spread out over a lifetime … some as recent as this year. This is good because my memory of the golden olden days isn’t as clear as it used to be. That was more than 50 years ago. Yikes.

    1. I don’t have fond memories of childhood which made writing about youth difficult. And I have to agree with you. I have spectcular memories from the time my children were born and all the wonderful fun times we enjoyed and now my grand children. These memories I truly cherish with all my heart.

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