Ann Peck Poet Quatrain

Days of Youth

Youth is a wonderland of joy and bliss
Filled with vibrancy, picture-perfect days.
Roses, blue skies, love's first trembling kiss
Winding hesitantly toward grown-up ways.

Time is a prankster that plays with our will
Enchants us to think golden days will last
Twists our psyches, sings the same tune until
we believe its message: Youth will not pass.

I laugh now, thinking of those carefree days.
we couldn't see hours slipping from time
instead, we thought nothing could bar our ways
No thought of mountains we might have to climb.

The hours and days and years hurry by
While we ponder days we'd like to amend.
We'd like time back to again give a try
reading to children with time for a friend.

Enjoy youth's energetic brief bright span
Fitting joy and heartache into each mile.
Capture youth's radiance into life's plan
then wish youth fondest farewell with a smile.

December 1, 2021
"Y" Contest ~ Youth
Sponsored by Constance La France
3rd place

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Constance La France December 11, 2021 at 7:24 AM Ann, congratulations on your Third Place win in my "Y" Contest. I would like to recapture my childhood too ~ love and serenity _Constance

John Gondolf December 7, 2021 at 12:41 PM I feel like I have wished youth a farewell though I not sure that it was fond nor with a smile. I relate to this piece very well, Ann, nicely written. John

Andrea Dietrich December 5, 2021 at 11:54 AM I just went to see, and YES, it's a winner. BIG congrats

Andrea Dietrich December 5, 2021 at 11:53 AM the older we grow, the more and more we write on YOUTH. This was very well written! I enjoyed it, Ann. I too wrote on youth.

Michelle Faulkner December 2, 2021 at 8:55 PM If only we could back, knowing what we know now, we could truly appreciate those years, love the line 'time is a prankster' - and as I get older, the more true that seems! Ann Peck December 3, 2021 at 8:56 AM looking back, it seems youth lasted only short hours in Time's relentless march. I remember thinking I'm not going to let myself look like THAT. HaHa. Little did I know. I predict the youth of today will live long lives with all sorts of plastic parts and elastic skin :) Good to hear from you!

L Milton Hankins December 1, 2021 at 1:45 PM Absolutely delightful write, Ann. I thoroughly enjoyed your well-constructed lines and lovely rhymes. Great flow, too. Superb work! Ann Peck December 1, 2021 at 5:13 PM Thanks, Milton! I love that you're always so upbeat. I'm really enjoying the contests. Take good care.

David Kavanagh December 1, 2021 at 1:24 PM Simply wonderful Ann, I’m sure every reader will relate to these fleeting moments of youth, it’s really hard to grasp how the innocence vanishes, A very enjoyable and well written poem, all the best in contest, cheers David Ann Peck December 1, 2021 at 5:10 PM Thank you so much, David. I worry today's children lose innocence very early. Our world has changed too much. It's sad. I appreciate your comments :)