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Oct 2023
Oh,
how I yearn for the era
when existence was adorned
with the bliss of simplicity.

It was a time,
when my grandest ambition
was to emulate the adults,
to engage in make-believe
and assume their roles.

The mere utterance,
of those two words, "young man,"
would instantaneously illuminate
my innocent countenance.

It was a designation,
that bestowed upon me
a sense of significance, reverence,
and recognition in a world that
appeared so immense and unfamiliar.

Those were the instances,
when I genuinely believed
that all was attainable, and
the future held boundless prospects.

The recollections,
of those untroubled days
still kindle a warmth within my heart,
reminding me of the sheer felicity
that can be discovered in the most
uncomplicated of matters.
Odd Odyssey Poet
Written by
Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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