Comments On My Flowery Youth Poem by me poet yeps poet

Yes, that night ‘twas
in the middle of the night
there was some noise
though very slight
my hair stood
on end with fright
who was it
that was my plight COMMENTS OFF TWAS THAT NIGHT



since the life is a journey of steps;
Darkness to colours, and to light,
Every onesteps into the seven hues;
Embryo, in adolescent, youth, lover of life,
Turning man, father, turned gold, the old,
RASA of all colours, and the last, all sold.
Youth never ends for lover of life, as Sir!

You teach us how to water the heart
that he would linger young.

Wonderful!


Youth is that fountain....which must one day dry
no matter how much one may try
youth does

Oh youth why did you have to come/just to, simply pass by/tell me why O just why! Great expression, a great poem