Youth's Hope

There was a time

when I partook of wine

And the world was new

as fields soaked wet with morning dew

Youth has passed

aging comes fast

The once fertile fields are now but dust destroyed by passage of cruel time

and bitter vinegar life has wrought from that once sweet wine

My dreams dissolve into the darkness of night

as the dreams of my progeny take flight

Hope therein lies

for youth’s dreams realized