An age like dawn for all of us when we are all infants in a rock <br />Nothing to worry as helpless babes while the ticking of the clock <br />Nothing much to remember in our memory of early age <br />But only sweet voices of our protector nurturing us as our sage <br /> <br />Next we learn to walk aimlessly and talk some words so vague <br />Both nurturers so delightful, that their joys was a plague <br />So bliss for their bundle of joy, hopes in mind like a full moon <br />Now the dawn has passed and it’s now a high noon <br /> <br />Mollycoddle like is now a youth full of life, vigor, and vim <br />Rampaging hormones of a younker so wild, restless but prim <br />Now it is a high noon and a rover takes a bride <br />With so much passion and love a baby is born with pride <br /> <br />Now came the twilight when everything turns slow <br />Got pains, nausea, indigestion, hypertension and gout <br />Forgetfulness, a cane in the hands and worse Alzheimer’s disease <br />Now you glean back, ask: youth where are you? Make me at peace <br /> <br />Now the final time comes when grey-headed, venerable one wonder <br />Recall, and utter words I was young once and roar like thunder <br />But now I am a ruined naked, useless, decrepit and worn out <br />Where do I go now? Nowhere but to wait till I am out in a route<br /><br />Edwin Alba Empestan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aaa-youthfulness-a-passing-scene/
