Young

Oh, to be young again

With complexion so pure

And hair so full and perfect.

Those were the halcyon days

Where life was a carefree lark

And thoughts of demise were

Not on the proverbial table.

Youthfulness is a gift

From the gods of zest

That is a fleeting moment

In a provincially lovely life.

Enjoy it while you can!

A Sketch of Youth!