Of Youth

Ah! We are but young
That thing so elusive
So desirable, so
epheral

In time, our youth, our
beuty shall fade
In time, we will grow
and change
and change.

In time, our bright days
Would be confined
comfined
to a definite past
A memory we struggle to
keep.
In time.

Yet, now we shine
Noe we smile
Now we think not
of those years creeping
of those times that seem
so far away.

Now, we are bright
Now, we are young
Now, we have everything
And nothing can stop us.