Youth is a cool breeze on a hot summer day.
It's gone before you realize it came.
After it leaves, you cherish it more
Than you did before.
When the wind blows by,
You feel as if you can fly.
Just as you believed,
When you were two or three.
When the summer sun comes back,
With all its heat in tact,
You feel as if you are old,
Wishing you treasured what you were told.
A cool breeze on a summer day
Is just one way for us to say
We want to stay young forever,
And a day.
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It's a Long Road Home
PoetryThis is a book of all of my poetry. It is happy and sad, inspirational or boring, it is my life.
