Youth

Some wish it forever, the smart and clever
Never have I heard one claim, with true intent “I wish to be old.”
The bold are with grace, the young faces of curiosity
are with mischievous animosity

To want to be young again
with pen and pad, pencil sharpened to never quit
Darkened from mud baths and playing on foot paths
in full commitment

Bathing in the luxuries of true friendships
of short lived enemies
reliving moments
of youth in anonymity

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