When I Was Young Poem by Perveiz Ali

When I was young, Winter was an inspiration,
It fashioned my dreams, affected my inclination,
Had me yearning for a character, pure as snow,
Spring and its green, diminished Winter's glow,
Summer's heat, changed the frosty theme,
And now I despair, what did Winter mean?
Autumn flashed through with cool breezes
Thoughts of Winter resurfaced with my sneezes.


Now enthusiastic again about attaining such purity,
Searching deep within my soul in sweet sincerity,
Seeking that innocent youth who once fervently sought,
The strength of character thoughts of snow once brought,
Wondering how I allowed the otherseasons' lure,
To have distracted me till this old age from being pure.

©Perveiz Ali 18 March'14
Editted by: Carl pontiak