Youth Poem by Phil Soar
Youth
Youth
Ah Youth and Childishness
One of my traits
Almost sixty-four and yet
Always younger
Time waits for nothing
And although the bones creak
The mind hurts
The Legs ache
I can still be silly
I can still play games and not be bored
And when there is seriousness
I can still say something stupid
And not feel guilty
Those who say I am childish are right
And at sixty-four
I do not care
Youth remains
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