Days of Youth
Time’s repast, a daily entrée on it‘s menu,
A choice day to use or not and bid adieu.
Presenting the wrinkles wrecking my brow,
life’s accomplice takes a dubious bow.
The ways of the world were easy to understand,
once I pulled my head from of it’s shifting sand.
Strangely, It is myself that I did not know,
Who I was and where I could go.
In my mind I redo the scenes in so many takes,
(Act forty scene two, now let’s up the stakes).
All of this is only fodder for the present session,
Lord, am I ready? Help me with today’s lesson.
for Brian Strand's contest (any poem or theme, 12 lines) 7/02/11)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
