Youth Poem by Ragy Sandid

You see her picking her bags from a distance
Ready as a picture making itself clear
It's hard to understand what is her existence
Till she comes in bold, whipping hope, fencing fear

A super hero out of fibers made ready
As neurons realize they can take the world by storm
Every shaky things on others' hands in theirs become steady
Bringing every previous root to a method that defies the norm

So much so that everyone now speaks their tongue
And race to see what they do, they want, how to make it so
When everyone's getting old, they want to know how to be young
There's just so much they're willing to give just to know

And as youth, the fleeting traveler, sees the competition
Promises that she will be back in sort of grit and glory
As the years go by, youth never keeps to its attrition
So people store her in signs and souvenirs to tell her story

As she comes into peoples' lives, walks just as quick
She observes the bodies as they stretch their muscles
And warns that she is what makes people well and sick
And there comes a day when her potion will end up as a fossil

Unbelievable, the recipients watch as she picks her bags
And tell others her rash, brash and crash wizardry of tales
They see her back and she rushes into the mist and lags
And it is not sure whether she's left or vision just fails

Till a voice is spoken somewehere in the vacuum
And the words said are kind but a cruelty laden sword
Felt like a plastic toy when there's no one in the room
Youth jumped ship and let slip its sibling aboard