“The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.” –Alfred North Whitehead
Yearning, oh what yearning do I have for sweet, precious youth.
Optimism dwelt inside me then. Little did I have to dread
Until the onset of my middle years when truth
Tiptoed toward me; later, stark reality turned me on my head!
How harsh life can be. From my pen - truth’s poetry I’ve bled.
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