Old though you are now
and here ever shall be,
forget not your youthful days
when once your spirit flew free-
Like the bounding rabbit romping
in the fresh green glade,
your youth knew no limit
of life's wonder and joy in which it played-
Now though, those days of innocent awe
are finished and 'oer,
life has left you low and lonesome
wondering what the living was for-
Perhaps that rabbit did die
and the child grew, leaving
the man it became forever longing
for the boy he wishes he could return to-
As sure as the sun has risen
once you were young,
and as certain as the sun must set
in no time, your day shall be done-
But until
that very moment does arrive,
never, ever forget
you are yet, very much alive!
You describe the complexities of getting old and yet knowing the youthful you is still inside alive fresh and vigorous a well penned thoughtful poem Great Write
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It feels full of hopefulness. It's true. Grown up Goth that I am (Goths weren't yet a thing in my youth) I would do well remembering wise words.