Where has youth fled

A child asks ‘Why?’ An old man cries Where has youth fled Lacking curiosity ~ his child is dead

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Karen Jones

Date: 3/4/2024 7:53:00 PM

Very clever!

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 3/4/2024 5:33:00 PM

A great write, Gershon. We must always keep our inner child free to question...what if?

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/4/2024 7:09:00 PM

Even 'if what?' ~ Curiouser and curiouser

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/4/2024 7:25:00 AM

We need to spur our curiosity into new places, keep that child sharp! Blessings!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/4/2024 7:06:00 PM

Righto, Kim. Without our child, the arteries of our spirit quickly die...

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 3/4/2024 5:17:00 AM

another powerful poem. Sometimes I think I voluntarily slaughtered my inner child, for I lack the curiosity I had even a few years ago. I think I'm letting the world impact me too much...don't want to become cynical. Well done, Gershon. Enjoy your day, Sara

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/4/2024 7:10:00 PM

I hear you, Sara. I attribute my diminution in curiosity to physical near-immobility. What say you?