Past Youth

Recalling all my younger days is bittersweet.
The glow of youth was carried then so easily,
and possibilities were endlessly replete
with boundless energy. The future seemingly
to hold the key to our enchanting destiny.
Where nothing was impossible to those who try,
unlimited where things deserving scrutiny,
and my horizons were as open as the sky.

The mirror shows more wrinkles now
and time has slipped away somehow.

Still yet, the boy has grown and now become mature,
and tackled all the problems life makes souls endure.
When I recall the circumstances known back then,
and overcome, I’d surely do it all again.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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