Youth
Youth, awe youth.
Vibrant with the splendor of an unfolding life force.
The blossom, the bloom, the bestower of hope
Naïve, robust, gung-ho.
We get many days to become aged,
Many situations and eons must pass.
Still, the wrinkles of time tax life’s wear and tear,
As youth gives way to the years.
The eyes of Youth see the possibilities of tomorrow,
Their hearts beat with the blood of desire.
Wanting, wishing, demanding,
Justifying the command of their hormones.
As hormones give way to wisdom,
And patience tolerates the wait,
The Youth becomes older,
Youth becomes mature.
Many, many moons must pass,
For the ripe old age to set in;
Then one is an elder,
Guardian of the Youth.