A betrayal of innocense
Youth is a deep,
colorful green as part of the most verdant life.
Youth is a period of one's span of TIME.
In the U.S.,
a period is a punctuation of one's TIME.
In the U.K.,
a full stop is a punctuation of one's TIME.
In mathematics,
it's a decimal point of one's tally of TIME.
Youth is the TIME for the fortunate who arrived,
then parted onward into their life TIME.
Then
my period of youth
turned into a question mark.
I was told
by the school system
it would be in my best interest
that I
at the age of fifteen
graduate from high school
--to me,
my new age group of graduates
are mostly
eighteen and nineteen-year-olds
I did an IQ test,
I thought,
was part of the curriculum,
scoring I'm privy to
decades later.
I'm not an original,
class athlete, the graduating spokesman
made doorknobs proud that night.
My rarity was my heritage,
albeit,
school system's view,
and our State levels,
... I'm a token,
... the exclamation point.
I did in two years of four,
at the University,
then on with my life,
leaving State for forty years.
I hung
question marks,
the exclamation point,
a mystery date ...,
Eureka!
Revival period of my youth,
memory refreshed me,
late in my life,
returned home after all these years
it restored to me,
Memories come alive,
~~my former classmates~~
original/actuals
-&-
newer/adoptees,
BOTH au courant, my period of youth,
I'm truly blessed ...,
my exclamation point.
Copyright ©
Hilo Poet
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