I had a friend from long -ago
Youth! was his enviable name,
From where he went I'm lost to know
A riddle from whence he came.
He is there in many a Photograph
His face aflame with life,
So ready to joke and quick to laugh
Unscarred by future strife.
A Companion through the learning years
We unwrapped what life had gave,
Through playing games and Musketeers
Life's sweetest Wine to crave.
But so he went that elusive friend
At the close of Infant days,
As within his care I once did spend
The joy of Childish ways.
Oh vanished Youth though you may never return
With your Virtuous and Guileless Heart,
These later years I often learn
Are Grey now we're apart.
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