And Where My Youth Has Gone Poem by Phil Soar

Sitting on the porch watching the moon
Swaying back and forth upon a rocking chair
Wondering how on earth my life has led me there
And where my youth has gone

Strolling in the park wrapped in a warm embrace
Of springlike breezes blowing on my aged old face
I recollect the times I ran across the grass
And where my youth has gone

Striving hard to savor every waking day
Wondering, how long before it fades away
Sitting by the window looking out on time
And wondering where my youth has gone

Better not the negative, but strengthening views
A positive outlook on a scale of life renewed
And plenty of time to wallow on my missing years
And where my youth has gone

Looking forward to a time when it's a stroll
Walking through that park again and feeling whole
With sun upon the age old face to warm the day
Laughing at my youth,
And where it's gone