Youth

Youth

Ah youth, it lasts but just a day
then laughs and quickly glides away
Before one knows enough to grasp
it has all but wandered from one’s clasp.
But is not blithe spirit that quickly goes its way,
not counting cost that it may pay,
the sign of youth, not snow-crowned sage.

And all that laughs and loves and glitters,
they that lose but are not bitter.
Have some chance, hold a spark
of long lost youth’s hidden lark.

Begun March 4, 1990
copyright Roger Victoria 1991