Youthful Vitality ……..

Youthful vitality ! I wouldst thou were to me

The breathing spirit of the heart and veins

Thou art to some. Instead, the heavy chains

Of thought from which I’ll ne’er be free

Crush like a weed my soul which cries for liberty.

These hours which should be filled with song and pleasure

Are robbed of innocence, of quiet leisure –

While in their stead I watch in misery

Day follow day, tears follow tears and never

Anyone to understand. It’s hard

To smile when the heart is crying.

But oh, if ever I find one to understand and

love me for a while,

The years and all my guilt shall fade away –

I shall be young again and free and gay.

November ’61  (c) IconoclasticNan


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