Youth, my untried powers
and the crimson glow of dawn,
youth and its infinite horizon,
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And didn't we all crash... pretty much by definition of ageing. This is a piece to which every (ahem, older) reader can relate... grand, Max. The flow caries the message, and vice versa. t x
Some young fledglings are going to fly...some flap and fall to the ground...then fly. That's what youth is all about. 'Mama, I got a bo-bo from the stove! ' 'That's because it's hot, dear. Learn anything today? ' Great good poem! xxElysabeth