Young
Oh, how wonderful it would be to be young again
When our bodies were fresh and at full capacity.
We had no idea what was in store as we age.
It was as if time no longer mattered
But age has a way of awakening our minds
To the reality of what's about to come.
We are fools when it comes to life.
We assume we are here to enjoy
But soon find out that it's a fantasy.
The reality is not to our likening.
The best advice is to relax
And enjoy the ride.
A young sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
