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Youthfulness Waiting for Its Revival: A Poem

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


Those were the days of cigarettes and wine

with nights of easy women and dirty jokes

playing our guitars and just feeling fine

serious life looking like one big hoax.

Now, all those goodies of youth taken aside

somehow we managed to produce that joy

out of thin air, by our inner spirited guide

one that made every task look like a toy.

How did we give it up to collect rust

burying youthful enthusiasm and zeal

switching from horniness to secret lust

turning all our life into one habitual ordeal.

No it ain't our hormones cowardly betraying

but or mind-styles that are making them less

so that instead of singling dancing and playing

we visit our doctor complaining about the stress.

We excel at politics and thrive on bitching

feasting but worried about naked survival

nervously scratching without even itching

oblivious to joy of youth waiting for revival.

© 2021 Val Karas

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