How Thrilling Was Our Carefree Youth

How thrilling was our carefree youth... running wild, and ignoring truth? Nobody ever stopped and asked himself, " Is this a time to dream or to laugh? " I did both without throwing round stones at others and incite a fight of hard blows! How thrilling was our carefree youth, plucking a peach off a tree and feeling dilly, consuming that ripe fruit so eagerly; yes, life and time were lived to the hilt, the only time we felt sad was toward sunset: hushing down hilarity and mirth! How thrilling was our carefree youth starting a new adventure picking up speed? One of us would run out of breath: slowing down, letting another take the lead! How thrilling was our carefree youth, doing wild things, and be criticized for our silliness? Only when one is young foolishness becomes a mundane culture, and its rhythm of vitality depicts a perfect sculpture carved with comical, defiant gestures of little worth: being aware that living is also bellowing and making loud sounds!