Youths Cagy Wish
I have a secret:
A very unbelievable one.
It is a world of beauty in discreet,
I do perceive is filled with fun.
Why do I fear getting old?
Whence Saturdays are always for youth.
Whose body won't take hold,
When flexing the best roads with Ruth.
What else could save enough smooches on my skin;
Which caress my hearts illness,
Where as, am free coz she isn't a kin.
What more to reference the would-be of future stillness!
When the memories of the youth blossoms at heart,
And the deeds an adoring art.
Life is unbelievable in its awesomeness,
You awe to the ought to be of its vividness.
Why can't I live like youth forever?
But everyone's wish is not that clever...
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® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
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