Youth Poem by Luke Bushen

There was a boy that I ounce knew,
a lively youth was he.
His hair grew long, his smile came quick,
his spirit roamed free.
The joy he possessed was to envy.
At fun, he was a pro.
The cares of life touched not his self,
no bothers did he know.
He loved the dangers of adventure,
he simply loved to live.
And so they called him immature,
naive, and primitive.

As he grew they told him just
how bad life really is.
How getting tough should be the one
priority of his.
They said it's unacceptable
to live for what you love;
That all that matters in the real world
is what you're made of.

And so his heart 'grew up' from being
young and free to old.
The lively spirit he ounce had
grew bitter and cold.
He got a job and worked year round,
he had no time to play.
When morning came he'd grumble to think
of facing another day.
Life offered not the joy and adventures
it ounce did.
He missed the simply fun things he
enjoyed as a kid.
He missed his lively youth,
missed the boy he used to be.
I miss that boy so much; you see,
that boy was me.