Kentuckygirl68's blog: "My Poetry"

Pure youth is but the fleeting dreams
of lust drenched with desire
where passion plans her future schemes
with hope once forged in fire.

Time plods like gods, at paltry pace,
when men first lose their truth
as part of false perception's face
when life first lies to youth.

Youth rails to speed the passing years,
impatient to be free,
convinced old fools are fueled by fears
that haunts all reverie.

Forgotten failures flow like wine,
no lessons learned or gained.
Bravado braves each border line
inside young souls unchained.

But years move on, we all must age,
and all must brace to face
that solid wall we all must gauge;
then conquer and embrace.

Each varied test both cools and burns
in strange dichotomy,
it gives the gift of pride then turns
sweet youth to memory.

Poem By Tammy C.