Treasure Island

Jacqueline Nash

(21.09.1951 / Chase Side, Enfield, England, UK)

The Sweet Days of Youth


How I yearn for the sweet days of my youth
when life was in the now and carefree as a breeze.
When an unknown future stretched out it's hand
beckoning me to follow my hopes and dreams.
Then.... everything seemed within easy reach
and time was an exciting never-ending journey,
to be filled with all the things I planned to do
and where I would become who I wanted to be.

I imagined the life I thought I wanted to have,
the scenarios of which there were many.
The excitement at the dawn of each new day
not knowing where that day would lead me.
With the beauty and health that youth enjoys
and seeing the world with fresh clear eyes,
I thought that anything was possible,
that everything would be so easy to devise.

In the innocence of life's experience we soon learn
that the path we travel is not an easy one.
With many a twist and turn and few signs of direction,
we find we can also meet with trickery and deception.
As we set out on that journey in those early years
we are full of wonderment and elation,
feeling a sense of freedom, we have a world to explore
with youth's enthusiasm and hopeful anticipation.

The journey along the path of knowledge and experience
slowly and unknowingly erodes our innocence,
causing youth's spark to dwindle and fade,
until youth is erased with adulthood's presence.
I'm not unhappy with the paths I've taken
and the life I live now is a good one in truth.
But I miss youth's expectancy and exuberant spark
How I yearn for the sweet days of my youth.

Submitted: Saturday, June 07, 2014
Edited: Sunday, June 08, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was pondering on what it is that most people miss about their youth. I thought it was possibly the innocence, be it in the form of ignorance or naivety, but it is when we put our trust in people and are also in awe of the world. Also the lack of responsibilities and the time we have to do as we please. Mustn't forget the health, energy and enthusiasm of youth. I thought deeply about what I missed and as I state in the poem, it is the expectancy of the life ahead, the lust for life and that exuberant spark we have before losing our innocence. What is it you miss most?

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  • Ruth Walters (7/25/2014 1:15:00 PM)

    Very well put. I remember never giving a second thought to the past when I was younger and certainly didn't feel any fear of the future. Like you, I was always so hopeful about the future but these days I seem to always be reminiscing. You have captured many folks thoughts here, I'm sure. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (6/11/2014 12:47:00 AM)

    I'm not unhappy with the paths I've taken
    and the life I live now is a good one in truth.
    But I miss youth's expectancy and exuberant spark
    How I yearn for the sweet days of my youth.

    How close these lines are to what I think.... Yes, the life I lead now is relatively smooth and hassle free.. Still, I feel the spark of youth is gone and what we have lost in time cannot be retrieved! I feel you have articulated my thoughts too here! (Report) Reply

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