Youthful Flowers
Youthful Flowers
I followed a bouquet of dreams in my youth,
exuberantly naïve, assured, and coy.
I flirted with rage at the thought of failure
and turned one cheek to smile with the other,
skipping ahead without a care in the world,
as if immortal and the world were my oyster.
By the babbling brook under the dappled shade
of the grand old oaks, I immersed myself in books
and longed for a knight in shining armour to save me.
So, when the fog rolls over and the light of day is blurred,
remember those days of youth and how absurd you were
to squander away the years fantasizing about romantic love
when you could have been experiencing the pleasures
that life afforded instead of picking youthful flowers.
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