Eton Langford Poet Rhyme

The Days of Youth

THE DAYS of youth have hurried past, 
And even friendships hardly last. 
Before too long, I’ll drift away
From what I was, and never stay. 

A year, a decade, even more
Will overthrow what stood before
And, unbeknownst, I’ll come to find
That all dear things are far behind. 

I’ve walked through life and seen anew
That constancies are far and few,
That all belovèd ones must go,
And that all life must ebb and flow. 

Until the very end I’ll see
Young flowers in the fields that be,
And I will know that their own fate
Will turn around before too late. 

I will admire their gentle shine
And then recall when I had mine,
When my own star was in the sky
And on my strength I could rely. 

And then I shall walk by and smile
To know that what makes life worthwhile
Is not what anchors me to stay,
But rather days which fly away.

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