When you are old
And I am old
And asleep one night
While the star songs keep you awake
Reach for this poem
And remember the love of youth
Remember a young man still grasping
His childhood with one hand
And a maiden with brown-red locks
And eyes like fire for you
Remember the love of middleness
When children and hardship multiply
And joy sings from every stone
Remember the loud days, the long ones
The simple joys, and fresh, fiery tears
Look now, remember, the times a bit beyond
When your children are grown
And theirs are the next to be born
Don't remember for my sake, remember for yours
Love's youthful innocence
Which only shines brighter when unfulfilled
Ungrown and young, like the infant rose
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Who I Am; A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry that reflects my life and soul. Also has my thoughts on various things, and poems about my crushes, and shouldn't be super depressing. (Shocking for a book of poetry on Wattpad, right?) Turns out you don't have to be suicidal to write poetry.
