The weight of life can lash a man
with bitter winds so cold
his grip will slip on life's brief span
and suddenly he's old.

Pure youth is but the fleeting dreams
of lust drenched with desire
where passion plans her future schemes
with hope once forged in fire.

Time plods like gods, at paltry pace,
when men first lose their truth
as part of false perception's face
when life first lies to youth.

Youth rails to speed the passing years,
impatient to be free,
convinced old fools are fueled by fears
that haunts all reverie.

Forgotten failures flow like wine,
no lessons learned or gained.
Bravado braves each border line
inside young souls unchained.

But years move on, we all must age,
and boys must brace to face
that solid wall we all must gauge;
then conquer and embrace.

Each varied test both cools and burns
in strange dichotomy;
it gives the gift of pride then turns
sweet youth to memory.

Your test might be to face that cruel
forensic force called death
as it floats free throughout your school
then steals your sweetheart's breath!

Youth's fancy always flees too fast
for fantasy does fade
and passion's truth has quickly passed;
the price for passion--paid!

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/03/2022 07:15PM by easyeverett.

So much wisdom...expressed in rhyme and meter, no less. Excellent!

Joe

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/03/2022 06:57AM by hpesoj.

Good one Easy. Nicely done throughout.

Les

Ah, yes, I agree with Joe and Les, easyeverett. This says much and says it well. For those of us who wanted to grow up fast in our youth, the yoke's on us!

Good one, easy.

Mary