“ Held Instant ” ~ on life’s clock ~

Held be instant

On life’s clock,

Prods the infant

Time finds stalk,

Till soul senescent

Begs for distance,

That lessens load

Of aging baggage,

One need dispose

To bury ravage,

Excesses imposed

Of borne instants,

Living composed!

 

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“ The Death Of Youth ” ~ an ineluctable demise ~

 

The death of youth

Be not easy

To grasp as truth,

Destined must

Be so replaced,

Rendering thus

An altered state,

Though dispiriting

As youth’s fate,

Means be alive

If not beyond,

Ineluctable demise…

 

Hence youth’s adjust

To deal with age

Be hardly just,

Made so compose

With dwindling days,

When point but reached

Life’s ordained way,

Be yet blurred concern,

To grasp the death of youth!