Eulogy For Youth - Poem by Jack Growden
I once ventured upon a hillside
At dawn when the weather was best.
I skipped and I hopped right to the top,
Possessed by jubilant youthful zest;
Free from adult anguish and worry,
So I never could have guessed
That one day I would be back again
Troubled, and feeling far from blessed.
Fatigued and glum like a winter’s morn,
My shoulders encumbered with woe,
I troudge miserably up the hillside,
As with the rain, many tears flow.
Though nonetheless, the higher I get
I realise I already know:
Youth is like the Sun; the Sun does set
And hence it is time to let go…
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