The Flowers Of My Youth Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The flowers of my youth that flickered and smiled back then
Nowadays are no more; they will never pass before me again
All that I wish them to come back; to stay; to tempt and then fly
What is this world delight? Vanished, evaporated into the vaults of the sky
Flashes of lightning that mock and torture the night,
Sudden, unexpected, brief even as bright

Nowadays virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship, how seldom it happens, how rare!
Love, found me at last, yet usually how it sells poor bliss
For proud souls in deep despair!
But I, though soon I fall,
I survive the vile hand, and all which mine I call.


Back then the world was innocent, while skies were blue and bright,
While flowers were flourishing, waving in the wind and gay,
While my eyes that change before the fall of night
Made glad the summer day;
While yet the calm undisturbed hours creep,
I dream the days passed and from my sleep I then wake up to weep.


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