Max Reif

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Youth


Youth, my untried powers
and the crimson glow of dawn,

youth and its infinite horizon,

youth, when I looked forward to
infinite freedom and went
flying off cliffs,
and crashed

Submitted: Monday, October 16, 2006
Edited: Monday, November 28, 2011

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  • Elysabeth Faslund (7/31/2007 10:42:00 AM)

    Some young fledglings are going to fly...some flap and fall to the ground...then fly.
    That's what youth is all about. 'Mama, I got a bo-bo from the stove! ' 'That's because it's hot, dear. Learn anything today? ' Great good poem! xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (10/16/2006 8:26:00 AM)

    And didn't we all crash... pretty much by definition of ageing. This is a piece to which every (ahem, older) reader can relate... grand, Max. The flow caries the message, and vice versa. t x (Report) Reply

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