Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

My Youth - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

Oh, my youth was hot and eager,
And my heart was burning, burning,
And the present joy seemed meagre,
Dwarfed by that perpetual yearning.

I was always madly asking
Ampler beauty, keener pleasure,
Had not wit enough for basking
In the sunshine, rich with leisure.

Now with ripeness of October
I have reasoned and reflected.
And I feed my soul, grown sober,
With the crumbs that I rejected.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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