youth

by Rob Vitaro, 2001

 this cannot be that you
so young
 could touch the hand of God
and i here
so low would never
 think that i could reach
so high again
  to be where your hand is
 held

 what was it that flattened me
so to the ground
  where i lay here
and lick the wounds i
  may have caused myself
 i too once was young and felt alive
   useful
now i feel in the way 

  there is
 a simpleness to
your spirit

it is desirable

i long to have this same
  fire i 
 see in your eyes
and hear from your
 tongue
to course through my very being

   what is it
 this simplicity of youth
this undying devotion
    that you hold on so tight 
  while i flounder
wonder
  if this is the real thing

 to live again
i must rediscover
 this fire 
  called
     youth
that can live on in
  the hearts of we

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