I suppose
as we grow older
the bitter wind
bites,
just a little bit colder.
The summer heat,
feels just slightly
more unbearable,
a tad
too sweltering.
The wind whips
more aggressively
than before,
blowing through
the window screens
& underneath front doors.
Summer scent,
doesn't seem
to hold the same
saccharine bliss,
as it did
when we were
but kids.
Dread & gloom
appear with the
slow spit of rain
but,
do you remember a time
it filled
the puddles in which
you used to
laugh & play?
"Youth is
wasted on
the young"
We are so
often told.
Yet I see
no prevalence
in being
embittered & old.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
I suppose
as we grow older
the bitter wind
bites,
just a little bit colder.
The summer heat,
feels just slightly
more unbearable,
a tad
too sweltering.
The wind whips
more aggressively
than before,
blowing through
the window screens
& underneath front doors.
Summer scent,
doesn't seem
to hold the same
saccharine bliss,
as it did
when we were
but kids.
Dread & gloom
appear with the
slow spit of rain
but,
do you remember a time
it filled
the puddles in which
you used to
laugh & play?
"Youth is
wasted on
the young"
We are so
often told.
Yet I see
no prevalence
in being
embittered & old.
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