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!
Poetry on a Canapé 