I dreamed of love once
It was a schoolgirl's vision
Trapped in adolescent fantasies
Not even well seasoned
Just a passing fancy
Of imagined actions kisses and emotions
If only I didn’t know then
What I don’t know now
I’d be ****** brilliant
But youth has a special lie
It speaks to itself
That somehow what it thinks
Is profound and meaningful
Ahh youth, your lies were so clever
Even you believed them
Until finally the years crept up
And did impart some wisdom…
But at a very great cost
Then eyes were opened
To all new thoughts and possibilities
Until finally it was understood
That youth truly is wasted on the young
And so age will long for youth once again
But not at the price of hard earned wisdom
At 73 years old, I see I didn’t really know anything about real love in my youth. Not many adolescents do. But to have the vibrancy and health of my youth would be greatly appreciated now…