On Youth Poem by Yohan Confectioner

In youth, let there be no pride,
For when it doth arrive
Tis plainly known as vanity.

For a time when one must be set free,
The soul sets itself on vainer ties
And looses itself before the vast sportive ways.

Be wary, youth's subtle thief,
Is chanced near, and Time
Deceivingyet a-showing, slides below on it's underbelly.

Time is not to be conquered, nor can it be fooled,
It passeth, steadily for those whose feet affirm their ground
But for those whose head glide-ith above, the noose will latch on, and tighten.




May - June 2014