my youth

Is it odd that I recognize,

As this time as my youth?

That i know that now

is NOW and tomorrow

is forever?

each year I shed skin

to a new identity.

the sun burns me

less

and I feel

less

and I am

more?

My youth is a string

composing of every

minute gem;

of every shiny

penny;

of every watermelon

seed.

Stop dwindling

time, m’dear.

you don’t have much

of your youth.

cnw

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