To Be Young

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jun 29, 2017 

I can still remember,
some of how it felt.
The newness of things.
Each day being a sunny day
of newness.
Exploration 
of what's all around you.
Exciting!

I can still remember the thrill
of it all.
The thrill fades over time 
as life starts
taking its toll, its shots 
at your body and soul.
Survival  mode takes over,
as the realities of life sets in.

Years pass bloody and beaten now.
But a survivor 
of the gauntlet called life.

I can still remember some
 of how it was to be young.

 

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Christopher Russon commented on Oct 05, 2017 at 11:06am
Lovely flow here JG.

 

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