HIDDEN STASH
Ah youth...
To be young
Again
A tender
Age
Where everything
Is possible...
Starry eyed
And a dreamy
Smiled
The paths
Of life
Stretching on
Wide and
Unnumbered...
With ready
Feet
We only needed
To step forth
Onto the
Juvenile
Mystery streets
And roads!
Dreams were
Made of
Cotton candy
Clouds
Quickly changing
With no consequence
No regret...
Only laughs
No frowns!
Wonderful youth
Where entire
Days were
A happy blur
Merging as one
Now, in fragments
To recall!
Yourhful sunsets
Filled with hope...
I'd like to
Think
I've got a
Bit of it still
Stashed somewhere
Deep in my
Aging
Soul...
That by finding
It
I shall be
Young forevermore!
Joy galore! Joy galore!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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