Missing Youth

Have you seen it?

 

Have you seen my missing youth?

The one I've always had?

With no goodbye, it just went poof!

And fled like blowing sand

 

Just yesterday, or day before

I climbed the tallest trees

But now the steps to my front door

Cause creaking in my knees

 

All throughout this place called home

Someone goes to town

Sneaking in while I am gone

And moving things around

 

Is that mirror on the wall

Haunted by some geezer?

That’s not my face, after all

With eyebrows needing tweezers

 

I can hardly reach my toes

When trying, I abort

Some villain’s work, don't you know

That made my arm grow short!

Author's Note

This is what'll happen to ya if you insist on waking up every morning.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I found your missing youth. It's in my baby daughter's eyes. It's just the cycle moving forward you understand, it's nothing personal...we have to grow old...die and leave our thoughts behind hoping someone will find them worthwhile. It's what poets and storytellers do. I think it's a better legacy than many...but children are our real legacy...inspire one and your life was not spent in vain.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Fabian, You're right, of course. I see it in my grandchildren. Growing old can be a beautiful thing.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's easier when you start with a beautiful soul like yours my friend. God bless you and yours.

[Marie]

The alternative to waking up is worse.

[Angi]

It does sneak up on you! I have been feeling little aches and pains, creaks and pops, too. You have to face it with humor. You just have to. I look at my kids and think they have no clue how fast it is gonna go. I enjoyed this, Sam! Now go fix those caterpillary eyebrows! Ha! Angi~

[Samuel Dickens]

You're right on all counts. Thanks, Angi.