Is this too much
For my youth?
This young fledgling
Is wide-eyed
And eager, jumps-
Only
To fall, quickly
Not enough,
That is all I can think.
It is hard work
Or so they tell me,
Hard work to be of worth
But it feels like I have striven
Since the moment of my birth.
A coat of arms
Wraps around me, they
Hold me tightly and squeeze.
In due time, wisdom
Will find me and
Ignorance and innocence
Will be relieved.
Dance a dance
Of pure jealousy,
Watch the partners
Take their turn.
In future times
And intense scrutiny
From our mistakes
May they learn.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
