Youth and Related Musings

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    She shrugged then
    The deep, tired shrug of the very young
    Who think they’ve been everywhere
    Done everything
    I wanted to tell her
    That there was more to come.
    That she hadn’t seen anything.

    But I held my tongue.
    Let her have her grief while it lasted.
    Better that than this useless wandering apathy
    Which I had come to call home.
    I would leave her to her youth
    And her pain while it was still
    Young and glorious and dramatic.

    Watching the slow trudging
    Walk away
    Back bent, crone’s walk curved
    I envied her and her newly trod upon dreams.
    With their fresh mint smell
    New laundered freshness
    Their soft, bright, bitter corners unblunted.

    I wanted to inhabit that youth
    That day-old mind
    The space in which she carried her body
    As if it was old
    But still safe in the knowledge
    that at a moments notice
    It would still move just as she wanted it too.

    That was the moment I suppose
    When it dawned on me that I had finally gotten old.
    It’s something you realize
    Only when the instant finally comes
    In which you begrudge the young their youth.
    I didn’t care for it much when I had it.
    There is no reason I should want it now.

    Such depth of living has its trade-offs.
    That young body is still a world
    Of unfortunate mysteries And unwelcome surprises.
    Mine on the other hand, I know inside and out
    Every trick in its book familiar
    Worn in all the right places
    Even if it is getting worn out.

    And while the edges of my mind
    Might be a little bent and torn
    The cover ripped off like a paperback novel
    I’ve grown accustomed to
    If not contented with my lot
    And no longer take each ripple and flash
    To be the end of the world as I know it.

    The world is not my oyster
    And I may have long ago given up on the pearl
    And the silver may be
    in dire need of polishing
    but I know my way around
    and when disaster strikes
    at least I know the routine.
  2. Marshmallow

    Marshmallow Staff Alumni

    very beastiful! well done! :biggrin:

    vikki x
  3. BlackPegasus

    BlackPegasus Well-Known Member

    That was fantastic!! I loved it!

  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Oh My God, Dreamer!!!!!!!:eek:hmy: That was beyond any earthly adjectives I know.:eek:hmy: :eek:hmy: My eyes get wet as I read it and I see my face reflected inbetween the sounds and syllables. That was extraordinarily eerily enormously wonderful, my dearly Beloved!

    love, (and waiting for the next one)

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