A Boy's Perfect Body

Before I had a boy's perfect body, the sharpest mind and a spirit full of energy; even strangers complimented me on my selflessness, asking God to bless me! Had I known then that youth wasn't eternal, unlikely the indelible seasons that renew themselves accordingly, I would have had a different view of how it should have been lived... with a more purposeful insight, which allowed no time for regrets! And that boy's perfect body, carved by loveliness , could be seen in photographs belonging to another century; thick hair and a smooth face defined a neat appearance... to make plenty of girls stare at me desirously! O young years, why didn't you warn me of your hastiness? I could have made the effort to slow you down, and enjoyed you more without ever wasting time in idleness! Beautiful and care-free days, how can I posses youth again? I am still kind of handsome, much older now, and ladies adore my good looks, once flashing a sweet image in those attractive and radiant smiles of long time ago, not worried about any wrinkle revealing their true age! Before I had a boy's perfect body... magnificently sculptured like Michelangelo's David; my adolescence began with my physical beauty, and ended with that ravishing vanity tossed aside! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci