POEM: PASSING YOUTH

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With every breath we are closer

To our end

 

Lines trace our faces like the atlas

Of the world

 

Time slips through our fingers like sand

In the hourglass

 

And they sing,

Youth is wasted on the young

Youth is wasted on the young

 

BUT…

 

We were all young once

We had it all

We danced from dusk till dawn

We traded

Our youth for sensory pleasures

Fulfilling temporal desires

Sacrificing all

Our life-long dreams

 

Memories burn brighter than the stars

Puncturing the skies above

Reminding me

Mocking me

We own nothing

Not even the ashes of our bones

 

In the end

Everything will be taken away

In this world

No one will care to remember

And soon, even I will forget…

My face…

My own name.

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4 Comments
  • Tracesofthesoul
    November 20, 2013

    Ah beautuful!!! It hits home….my mom has dementia now.

    • shirleymaya
      November 21, 2013

      I can totally relate. Hope all is well with you. Hugs x