The Folly of Youth
I was so inexperienced, gullible, and childish.
Ah youth's folly, so brave and yet wildish.
So witless and terribly naive
Sometimes I feel I can’t believe.
We smelt the fragrant whiff of pine needles,
crunched crispy as we sang the songs of the Beatles,
as we trekked alone up the hill
that towered majestically with thrill,
a few miles from our hometown.
The fragrance of Fall, followed by leaves brown.
Love crept in losing all our senses,
Little serious thoughts of consequences.
We were too young, actions should not be
But a fool who could not foresee
the imminent prospective on the horizon
that stretched so far, far away as the sun was risin`.
I did not care, who did in those days?
A child was born, and we were in a haze,
A baby that needed money nowhere to be found.
We toiled, we worried, and each debtor a hound.
Help was scarce and youth a thing of the past,
My wife fell sick, and death came too fast.
I cried as I lost my dear wife but will not forget
The mists of the hill of our first love where we met.
Today I trek that same hill behind our town
remembering our lost youth though the grass was brown.
I almost stumble on the dewy grass of dawn,
I feel strong arms helping me on.
My love, my little Angelina, she saved me from a blow,
the daughter that was born so many years ago.
1 December 2021
''Y'' Contest
Youth
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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