MY YOUTH
I remember younger days,
Simpler, shallower, foolish times
Of haughty strife, my heart's mind says,
When no deep pool joined to my rhymes.
The green was green,
The brown was brown,
But through no leaf
Was knowledge shown.
Now my words reach back and forward
Like a young and limber bear.
My days flesh strongly, simply toward
Some final resting place, somewhere.
And when I think of times long gone
And trying to steal the world with a line,
I laugh and dip my cup again
Into life's Ocean's salty brine.