Youth

When I was young

Books were my roots

A satisfying cool water

To hide in

I knew what was

What could be

But kept optimism at my prow

Even in the dark night

 

Now I breathe

Only because I must

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One thought on “Youth

  1. never too late to find joy/meaning in life. 😀
    This reminds me of a dear abby post about a guy who was pissed that his mother threw out his acceptance letter to art school when he was a teen.
    Abby told him how he was right to be upset at the psycho-mom, but he could always go back to art even if it was 20 years later.
    😀
    happy 2019

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