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MEMORIES OF YOUTH.
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MEMORIES Days fall like leaves,
trampled into the undergrowth
of discarded years.
So swiftly Autumn
ages to Winter, a time
when memories of youth
invade my dreams.
In vision I return
to the Spring sunshine,
during which, with zestful vigour,
I skipped effortlessly
along highways of pleasure
with a full loaf of energy.
Only crumbs remain,
carefully guarded to conserve
their meagre nourishment,
as I struggle to maintain
some vestige of freshness.
