The Demise Of Youth Poem by Lora Colon

This beautiful poem gives a lot to think about. First, 'it flew near the sun', what real life event was the 'sun' for this youthful bird? We probably all have some regrets, my biggest regret was spending too much time... umm, lets call it angry even though it was so much more. Everyday I now try to never think that I stood around as life passed. There are so many chances every day in life, I take those I think best, and try to never dwell on those I skip.

Air balloons keep it afloat..........my favorite part so far. nice rhyming and rhyme scheme as well. finished reading. i must send it to MyPoemList immediately or sooner! well, it is still here, but also on the list. how DO they do that! ? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My Book Of Life My Bird-of-Youth has flown the coop. No longer do I soar and swoop. It's time now for the Bird-of-Old-Age. The book's not done; I just turned the page. - - - - - thanks, Lora, for sharing your fine poem and being my inspiration for my little one. :) bri p.s. OK, now i see what brian johnston meant in his message to me. he, like me, is silly! perhaps you would care to participate in one or more of his monthly poem CHALLENGES? you would be a challenge for me i'm sure.

yes indeed, instead of regretting, better endeavor to do as much good as one can.

What a haunting poem. It's insight is fabulous, wonderfully written. Not everyone embraces their youth full force, but it does not mean they have to reflect on their life in sadness.. acceptance is key.