Youth

PoeticPup18

When you were young,

The grass was green, and

The sky was any color

You willed it to be

 

When you were young,

Smiles were everywhere, and

Innocence was a fact not a virtue, and

The dog was your best friend

 

When you were young,

The schoolhouse was your second home,

The turned backs of many, and

The faces of few were friends

 

When you were young,

Growing up came to fast

As typhoons ripped through you

Leaving scattered pieces

 

When you were young,

You were no longer innocent

The cold slap of truth came to fast

Your head left spinning

 

When you were young,

You wished to to be young again

You wished the sky to be any color but blue

But that ability was no longer yours

 

  • Author: PoeticPup18 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2017 11:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: To be young is something we all take advantage of, in hindsight we all wish to go back.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
  • User favorite of this poem: Songbird.
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Comments2

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • Songbird

    I love how it was put together, it's a poem I could read many times



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