Youth
It's surprising how youthful I feel
Though I'm aware it's not for real
In the mirror stands an aged biddy
My heart boom-a-bangs till I’m giddy.
There's some wrinkles starting to appear
On my face once so soft smooth and clear
Without makeup I’d surely breakup
If it’s a dream please let me wake up.
In days of youth I’d bonny brown haiir
Now it’s a silvery crown I wear
In mind is the youth I used to be
In the mirror it’s not me surely.
Foolish maybe, but the youth of old
Inspires my muse through the pen I hold
For when I’m penning my poetry
Youth’s my light of creativity.
In memory we're forever young
Though maybe the image is far-flung
O for those days of hunky-dory
In the splendour of youthful glory.
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7th May 2023
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