Youth

O Youth! Where have you gone?

Flown away to a lost paradise

Maybe I dwelt in that paradise once

Only a fading memory now remains

The small, colorful flowers

Bathed in a sweet smelling breeze

The unknown path winding away to nowhere

The flitting fingers over the piano keys

Producing a string of lilting notes

The dash of cherry red against the white snow

The feasts of colors and the festivals of melodies

Arousing a crave to write with wild abandon

The consistent shifting of consciousness

From a dull throbbing to sheer thrill

And so on and on and on…

Which mattered so much once

Now don’t anymore.