Young Poem by A S Dobie

Young



There is an eternal youth for the one's that can find it;
It's buried in the dusted grey ash dirt of this planet, they say.
But nobody knows or takes the words for granted;
As those that search, never find what they came for.
Only disappointment waits;
And only sorrow can be gained.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: planet,sorrow
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A S Dobie

A S Dobie

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