Sweet song of youth that wishes to escape, <br />and shape this world, with wings unfurled. <br /> <br />Such energies abound, and how very <br />sound, seem all the theories. <br /> <br />But maybe they are illusions, or forgone conclusions. <br /> <br />We all, when young think we are among the <br />famous-to-be and the strong, but time can prove wrong. <br /> <br />For very few will battle it through, to carve their name <br />in the hall of fame. <br /> <br />Sad but true, I'm afraid, it's really hard to make the grade. <br /> <br />If luck does come your way, you'll be distinguee. <br />But don't aim too high, unless you can fly, for to drop <br />from any elevated place, is to fall from grace, and no one <br />likes to tumble from the top, and be a flop. <br /> <br />So slow your pace, no need to race, let time sort out <br />what life is all about. <br />And when your moment comes along, <br />it will be the sweetest song. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sweetest-song/
