,.,.,.My flowery youth
Youth is that fountain ....which must one day dry
no matter how much one may try
youth does die
but in form of aging skin and balding hair
but the heart within remains youthful ....till aging ....is an age passed dream
youth remains within we still need only watering
what a youth we all have enjoyed ....reading our past in your lovely verse
‘tis as if yesterday we were in youth... now 'tis worse... left in memories as in this youthful verse
let youth be the comma of our life..... not a coma where youthful memories die
and within our lonely hearts we cry
Oh youth why did you have to come
just to, simply pass by
tell me why
O just why!