Rhythmic Stories February 16, 2024

Youths Door

Life flies Quickly, soak up the days

The empty years of life
Rush in with regrets and strifes

The only if I had did
Reflecting on your kids

Old age has settled on me
My limbs cut off my tree

No longer at youths’ door
My mind is screaming for more

Days of running carefree
All my children and me

Drinking carelessly with life days
Not thinking past happy plays

But all that is over now
Children gone, I’m alone somehow

Times hands on my clock click by
I sit and cry and wonder why

The journey seems so harsh
I loved it until my children’s loss

I face the days with some dread
I can’t get youth out of my head

But I’ll push ahead, as I always do
By remembering memories of my youth

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