Not a single day was wasted in youth,
it remains that fragment destiny intended,
and although its briefness wasn't astute...
I went along with it and happily fled!
Reviewing pictures that were kept from sunlight,
the sixties seem the present instead of the past...
see that boy's happy face drowned in delight;
was he foreseeing the long journey fate set?
A youngster carrying an undeserved, unbearable weight:
a hefty prize paid for a father's unfulfilled task;
no tears flowed, only strength sustained by faith....
he kept on going to defy challenge, never taking any risk.
Oh, youth lived in innocence...where's the vitality of younger days?
No, oblivion is not desired by me, it won't consume any or all regrets.
Written on 9/10/ 2013
Copyright © Andrew Crisci