Oh to be young
And so full of dreams
Not some old shadow
Of what has been
Where every moment
Takes an age to begin
And every step
A lifetime to end
Oh to be young
And full of life
Free from pain
And elderly strifes
To have confidence
In all you do
Never realising
You're a naive fool
Oh to be young
When the world was yours
Not confined
To just four walls and a door
To be free to do
Whatever you want
Not hampered by tiredness
And a ticking clock
Oh to be young
Something once tasted
It really is true
On the young
Youth is wasted
And as I sit here
All emaciated
I'm constantly reminded
From this world
I will soon be vacated
Oh to be young
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Saxon Crow (
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You will not be vacated yet from this world SC you have a long way to go to catch me up.
Even at my age I am still active and still think that my life is so wonderful and am so grateful for it to be this way.
Andy
Just a lamentable view of old folks trapped in their age. Nothing more. I'll write a happier version soon
The young aren’t always happy . I was never happy as a child or a teenager , or even confident . A good writing tho .
I think we can all look back .. wanting to be younger or to have had things differently .. I wander how am I 37 , as if I don’t understand where the time has gone .. makes me sad sometimes .. anyway
I'm 47. I wrote the poem off the back of being exhausted in a heap after a long weekend of high adventures with my daughter who still had oodles of energy lol
You very old?! 🙂
47! But my 4yr old makes me feel 247 lol
Sometimes I feel this way too but more often than not I am pleased at how I'm coping with ageing. Health is the main concern, everything else not so significant. An interesting discussion point.
Here here.
But i have a secret, for there is still a youngster at play in my head.
so relatable!
thank you, dear Poet
'To be free to do
Whatever you want
Not hampered by tiredness
And a ticking clock
Oh to be young
Something once tasted
It really is true
On the young
Youth is wasted'
wow I love it!!
Thanks! I'm glad you do.
Youth finally shut out from the current day when I realised that for everything, I had to pay! As a youth everything was offered, gifted, handed out and presented. But soon as the bills came lining up, youth dulled and greyed, the spark was jaded over time. Splendid read. Thanks for sharing this poem. /Rik.
Thanks for taking the time to read it Rik
Love your writing. and 4 year olds will do that to ya.
Thanks geek. They do but it's worth it every time
Thanks geek. They do but it's worth it every time
agreed
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