Youth

I still remember back when We were all leggy bones Back when I thought i knew What it meant to love Back before the slow pain Of forgetting it all. We were all Sharp angles and Elbows sticking out With words that came Hard and fast Back when I knew How to live How to love Before I forgot. I am too young To write like this And too old to be This immature, ignorant …

…just one more dream I dismiss with sleep For I have been slapped Enough to know better Than to hope, to yearn But there is no getting out For though life is a harsh mistress Hell is far worse but maybe maybe if we're still skinny little scraps of human life we could start over be friends again and maybe, someday I'll remember what It means to love With a child's heart. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography** me