LOST YOUTH 
Looking for lost youth, the subject of plays, of movies, of
dreams
But youth is never lost, it is only slowly hidden by the
subtleties of life
We think the things that happen to us as we live destroy our
youth
But such is not so unless we leave our youth where it can be
touched
Where is our youth. What happened to the wide eyed innocence
of the child
who saw everything without the heavy hand of life and fate
covering it
Sit back.
Close your eyes
Look into those recesses of your mind and heart you have kept
so well hidden for years
oh yes....they are always there waiting.....
waiting for you to bring them back
to savor them in their fullness
Now.............Quietly...............Remember
Your Mother holding you so gently with love as if you would
break if she even breathed
Your first ice cream cone that was soooo cold and
soooo good
The merry-go-round where the horses came alive and pranced
just for you
Your first kiss, soft, gentle, with its mystery now solved
.The moment your love told you, yes , you were loved in return
and how, at that single moment in time, you truly believed
life could never get better
How that friend, or stranger, looked at you with tears in their eyes
For the unselfish thing or act you did for them
The wonder in the eyes of a child as you showed then the wonders of life
A walk in the warm soft rain holding hands
The sharing of the dawn creeping slowly into your eyes
The majesty of a sunset at dusk
All these things you tucked away in the recesses of your mind
so you could relive
those moments forever in your heart, for they were the
treasure of your life. As long
as these exist, the youth you think you lost is never gone.
And in the moments you
least expect they look out through the eyes with the wonder of
the child that saw
and felt them and the eyes begin to glow and the heart slowly
smiles
As long as we remember, as long as we can still reach out to
another with that
unselfish hand of a child, wanting nothing but to help, to
touch, youth is never gone
It can be seen in the eyes of others, shining mirthfully
outward, sparkling with
mischief, with love. If I look, maybe, just maybe, now I can
see it in yours to.
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