Those youth
kissed drunken
nights
when it all
loved you
better than
anything
ever since.

Will there ever
be another
moment like
the first.
Spend our lives
comparing it
all to what
has already
passed.

See those living
in their
Diamond years,
with their
bodies still
like stone and
their minds
yet still
a flower.

Soon
you feel the
resentment slowly
rising up your
aching spine like
mercury.

You know
this feeling
it shouldn't be
there.

Unlike them
you know
of the trials and
disappointments
that lay ahead.

Wish them
well and praise
their youth.
For a bit
of your
yesterdays
will soon be
a bit of their
tomorrows.