When I was young
I wished years passed fast
But now that I am old
I wish each year will pass
Slower than the last.

Youth is like a budding rose
I'm waiting to fully bloom
After the bloom opens wide
I find myself regretting
The bloom will die soon.

Youth is part of life
That lasts a short time
Today I find myself realizing
My youthful years were
Years of a special kind.

When I was young
I didn't understand
When my youth passed
There's no possible way
To bring it back again.

Ralph L. Clark © 2004

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