A Young Heart Poem by Terry L. Allen

A Young Heart



Time slows and age runs fast
to try and catch the heart
that remembers how to play and laugh

The somber and severe become
sour and jaded with no joy
Their inner child cast aside
like a broken toy
who's value in repair they fail to see

Oblivious they progress without clue one
of the magnatude they'll pay in cost
till long after they have paid the fee.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I have known too many people old before their time because they think it is beneath them to once in a while let their inner child play.
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