THE BLESSED APPRENTICESHIP OF YOUTH

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a collapsed memory running

the soul has teeth for life

ancient wisdom is ever the same sweet

in a sense we are alone for the ride

yet an avalanche of power engulfs us

seeking the world's path

in many a remarkable stride

we walk prettier than butterflies

and recreate our truths as we go along

such devotion to inner prosperity

writes each our autobiographies in

mere paperback form

the true outstanding privilege

though

is the blessed apprenticeship

of youth

(written Jan 12,2005 8am)


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