In Youth, Life's Wild Tracks Seem So Inviting

In Youth, Life's Wild Tracks Seem So Inviting Those years I spent racing down wildest tracks majestic and sweet wild-cards were playing. Always when needed, finding one-eyed jacks that bounty kept me from ever straying. Gamble life and laugh at possible cost O' how youth can blindly crash open doors. Always thinking they can never get lost falling into well laid cracks in the floors. When calamity arrives with hard knocks hopeful thoughts are this will soon go away. Yet those doors soon have unbreakable locks and pain allows misery its full sway. Dark pits welcomes guest when chips are all gone there deep where Fate's avenging shadows dwell. Nothing nourishes and soon skin covers bone TIME STANDS STILL IN ROTTING CELLS OF SUCH HELL. Miracle if light ever breaks on through shadows vanish and all locks fall away. You may find that others have prayed for you and vow never again to walk that way. R.J. Lindley Jan.. 1985