Ichthys July 15

A reflection o youth,where did you go those yesterdays,still glow pure white,as virgin snow whose face is this I see, is this really me; where,where did youth flee inside,still seems bran new my youthful outlook,stays albeit,passing days a future lies ahead beyond the grave,He said the narrow path,to tread in a resurrected body,new for what I did for you A quatorzain-free form sonnet Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'