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as though it was only yesterday
you were playing with frolic and gusto
together with your friends and playmates
in the meadow unruffled and uncaring
you stumbled to etch a memento
as though it was only last night
you were looking up the sky
so amazed of the twilight
totting up the stars that flicker
as though it was only this morning
typically zipping your decaffeinated coffee
heeding the morning breeze singing the beauty
of another day invigorating you interminably
those where the days of infinity and grace
of hallucination swinging like a pink lace
time has changed and so does your face
your looks, your manner, your bearing
your styles; in a wink of an eye they
all make you carp, whine and sigh
the pressure, the trouble, and all
the pandemonium that go with
the time glued to your face
unconcerned to run away
Youth, it's a great thing. I am still a teenager, but I've aged too soon. *Sighs* I wish I could return to my old careless self. This is beautifully written.