Youth Saw Me Passing By
Youth saw me passing by
My wrinkled brow, my twinkling eye
Ignored my smile, my nodding head
Offered merely a glance of dread
That I had noticed youth instead
Of passing like I was not there.
Someday youth you'll know my fears
With pride you'll reach the golden age
And you, I'm sure, will surely rage
Youth did not see your golden years.
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2020
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