The Folly Of Youth Poem by Matt Western

The folly of youth
Full of jolly times too
Nursery rhymes, puzzles and signs
Speak of the truth sublime
Searching the grapevine
Upturning every page from every spine

Sometimes inspiration is brief
Like perspiring plants that leach

And feed the earth from whence their birth
Formed part of the unbroken cycle inert

Blessed in splendour the child’s mind renders
And dismembers and endeavours with caressed touch tender

The beauty of life
To sooth and ignite

Emit love like a hovering dove
Sit riding the luck life conducts

To rewrite the bigger picture
The scripted depictions so vivid
Their imaginations envisage
So we may never grow timid