In The Daze Of Our Youth Poem by konye ori

Our hearts pumped folly,
but folly to us was glory
The sign read “unto the pharynx of death, ”
but to our shaded eyes it was “life at its brim.”
Men with wrinkled skin and grey hair warned
“What did they know? ” men of old times.

We envisaged our mother’s chastisements as iron weights around our necks,
so we pulled them down and went on, wild and free!
-who cared if they were life-jackets.

The louder mature minds spoke, the
deeper to deaths estuary we strode;
blindly- blinded by the light of our youth,
until under death’s cuspids, we stood.

But before we found ourselves in its gates,
we had leaped to the top of the world.
We had walked on the nine clouds;
A star dropped from our sky as we leaped
We had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
-but to our surprise, they were just two gold coins in it.
We had fed our adventurous minds to the climax
“This is the brim of life! ” We cheered.

But it was not long before our sky was rid of stars
and darkness began to slowly fall
and our shaded eyes began to brighten up.

And when we sought to return from whence we came;
we found ourselves by a troubled water side
And a man in a black hooded robe paddled closer to the shore.