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I look into your eyes and see what I used to be. The me I was before time came. The ease you live your life without the fears that come with age. you've yet to turn the page feel the rage of father time. I look down at your feet and feel the beat of the music that echos in your steps. your shoes with the tall heels. i recall how good it feels to stand up straight so proud so tall. But I enjoy the comfort of easy spirit and look back while you wonder forward. |
'Youth is wasted on the young.' I first heard that when I was young and dismissed it as jealousy. But 'tis not, 'tis not | Posted on 2006-07-06 00:00:00 | by junemarie | [ Reply to This ] | I appreiciated the irony. My youth was spent thinking about my older self. Youth is mis-spent on the young. | | Posted on 2006-03-01 00:00:00 | by Mr_Eff | [ Reply to This ] | this captures the feeling of watching peopel grow up so well. i see my brother now going through what i went through at his age and am almost for the chance to be there again. | | Posted on 2006-03-01 00:00:00 | by NeonOrangePrize | [ Reply to This ] | I liked this one. It captures the young spirit that you remember, it's a beautiful poem that captures all of your thoughts and memories of being a young child. A favorite, maybe? | *darkwinged* | Posted on 2006-03-01 00:00:00 | by darkwinged | [ Reply to This ] | This is really good | Oh my if we could only go back in time knowing evreything we know now Hey wait a minute we can go back in time and visit our past mistakes and then rectify them the positive way So yes this write is important This write opened my eyes God Bless Ron | Posted on 2006-03-02 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ] | |