youth bestows a gift of errors
when in the mirror the reflection is absent
of wrinkles and lines
the wisdom to is also not present there
confusion abounds
searching..seeking a truth denied by youth
to which we steadily cling
this escaping thing holding
tighter we grasp
but it is already lost
favoring adolescence over that stray grey
attempting to lengthen today
because with to many tomorrows we fade away...
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