LOST YOUTHLooking 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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