What else is more pleasurable for the youth,
when they are able to stand amongst the youth;
When they are not instructed by the old,
but are then able to choose their path on own;
When they tread steps beyond the comfort zone,
and see with eyes their own, the world and truth;
The youth has now to face the future tough,
the days are gone of how that old had grown;
The old once had stood in bright sunlight,
but time is now of youth to win the fight.
Note: Hey, how are you doing, fellow poets and readers?! It has been a long time since I've uploaded a poem on here. One year and three months, to be precise. This poem is something that I had written back in 2020, when I was still in my adolescent glory, with hope and dreams. Though I've not been through extremes, growing up still had it's toll, especially in the pandemic, where I was sad, frustrated, lazy, and lonely many-a-times. Though I'm not sure if I'll be writing poems regularly from now on, I do like writing poems, and will share them with you guys. Hope you enjoy my poems!!
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