Oh youth
thou fadest fast,
Thine gift is fleeting,
It does not last.
For yesterday,
Has come and gone,
And taken youth,
Oh woe-begone.
Oh that I was,
Eighteen again,
Or maybe eighteen,
Adding ten,
And like narcissus,
Dared to stare,
At his long
And silky auburn hair.
My auburn hair,
Has turned to grey,
And long ago,
I saw the day,
When in the morn,
I used to rise,
Without pain,
Showing in my eyes.
Treasure youth,
While it remains,
Long as you can,
Until it wanes.

4/22/10 29 palms ca.

Juan Olivarez

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