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Lost Youth, the Unceasing Search

Updated on June 3, 2017

Youth is that condition of the many,

its fleeting beyond all's own control.

The young in their spirit, as always,

will be there, as our lives to unfold.

My most feeble limbs, all are longing,

for yesterday, and was a body, strong.

Times when no worries were to be had,

We always were just singing our song.

That search is the quest of a lifetime,

all made more aged in its own pursuit.

Every day is an apple to be so perched,

of this chase, not any will ever to refute.

Ah, sweetest youth, evading every turn,

its lesson forever, our need to so learn.

Why can't you just slow down only a bit,

surely one day, I'll catch up with you yet.


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      Michael-Milec 10 months ago

      Sure we do remain young in spirit as earthly age increases knowing that life goes on when body decides staying here on earth.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Wonderful poetic thoughts.

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      whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

      Yes, I know we wish we could go back at times and others probably good to be in the past. Many blessings Tamara. whonu

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      Tamara Moore 10 months ago

      I do not know if I would wish to return to these days, but I love your poem!


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      whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

      Yes, my friend. Thank you for stopping by. Blessings. whonu

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      mactavers 10 months ago

      I liked your poem. Being older has it's own rewards, and looking at our younger days, is often seen through rose colored glasses.