How sweetly fleeting
the days of carefree youth,
when youthful hearts
are seeking for the truth.
There are no shadows
in these days of youth,
like those that haunt
the twilight of life
in which grownups
live and die.
The promise of gentle,
innocent youth,
fly like the winds of the night,
or the brilliant lighted moon,
but soon take flight,
with the coming
of the morning sun.
There are no fears
or aftermath of angry clouds
in the tender words,
young hearts are bound.
Youthful days are
comforting to watch,
they settle one to rest,
and stir the fires of memories,
and do their very best
to make the world
a happier place to live.
How sweet the promises
of youth in the glorious
memories they leave behind.
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Reminds me of Longfellow's My Lost Youth. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet indeed! I understand this poem perfectly, another great write.
ReplyDeleteYouth's faculty of forgetfuless is wonderful. It's something one needs to emulate as one grows older.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. The delirious folly of youth, how sweet indeed.
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