Restlessness And Placidity
Restlessness in youth,
placidity in the golden age...
do these two conflict
with the pace of motion
that desolation can assuage?
If being young means
persisting in ambition,
an event of gratification,
venturing in fearless projects,
taking risks and walking through Hell;
is it worth the effort of being bold
and press forward and bear the toll?
Understand that it's
an age to defy challenges
without the fear to fail!
We have pursued the same dreams
and went to the extremes;
however big or small they were;
despite the outcome,
they had that special virtue
to nourish and ensue!
They may have looked frail,
unable to accomplish anything grand,
but they were meant to prevail...
in the process of being banned!
Young adults have fragilities,
they shun boredom and things that are old:
they like to explore, to move forward
with an unsurpassable vitality...
ignoring tasks that seem unrealistic,'
shocking us with their infantile mentality
so raw, so curious, and so rejuvenating;
never deny them to pursue their dreams
while putting together ideas and performing
multiple tasks: it's a sign of geniality!
If we welcome them with open arms,
reinstating the meaning of fondness:
it'll be kind-hearted and sympathetic...
how sensational is being altruistic!
Encourage them in their aspirations,
open for them the door to that world of imagination;
it's a revolving door, we dreamed as they do...
hold their hand and lead them to their future:
they have the incredible ability to
renew the source of their inspiration
whenever they have rising doubts
to invent something extraordinary and new!
Their explanation is utterly feasible
that to us seems nearly impossible!
Had we stood by the many who failed,
in their idealism would have been no cynicism;
they mainly relied on us and were disillusioned
by our cold shoulder when we expressed criticism!
Had we understood them as good parents would,
their transformation would have been accepted!
Restless in youth,
mindless of mistakes,
voracious of knowledge,
of discoveries that amaze...
is anybody imagining the wrath
of age as speedy as a bolt of lightning?
Ah, that age is slowly advancing,
hearing our painful cringing...
that fear of losing our private, cozy space
that can't be invaded by anybody;
and still, we let selfishness dictate us
to resist our compliance to amiability,
to a feasible approach to the young ones
and their source of vital creativity...
that is of an inestimable value to us!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2022
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