What lay beyond that youth of mine
What winding way I'd follow
What unseen path or hidden sign
Leads me to joy or sorrow
All men start life with wildest dream
What wonders lie ahead!
But all is not as once did seem
When youthful blood is bled.
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Author:
Classicmister (
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Good write. The youth of today is still be sent out to lose blood as they always have.
Splendid poem, Classicmister! Beautifully portrays our journey through life.
Beautifully written
it is such a slow bleed that often we only recognize the extent of our bloodless upon truthful reflections. the scope of such we can only hope does lead to great regets but rather wisdom. Another good write that leaves one to pondering.
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