The Days of My Youth
I see ahead of me,
as far as the eye can see,
for miles ahead, nothing but possibilities.
I see the sun beating down on the pavement.
Heat sizzling from the ground,
then rising to the sky,
like romance and adventures,
being born of the earth.
I see the day waiting to be had,
and time waiting to be conquered.
Memories are waiting to be made,
memories of adventure and sweet serendipity.
Even in what is to come, I am nostalgic.
Even as the yellow yoke in the sky
beats down on the ground,
it evokes in me feelings of anticipation
parallel to those long gone.
And it’s these sediments of those former sentiments
that grant me an assurance fully cemented
that the events of today will be no different
than the events of days past.
So in this, I thank God for the days of my youth!
These days of discovery, romance, and joy.
These days. These days.
May these days long remain with me.
This is my ode to the joy of summer and a life of novel spontaneity. Live young while you’re still young. Fill your life with adventure, for no else will do it for you.