Youth

Sometimes I think I've lived too long

But in my mind I know that's wrong.

The years I've lived are not too much

Compared to great grandma such-and-such

Adults bloom from a child's stem

I know someday I'll be like them.

And all grown up I'd sit and sigh,

At a ripe old age be ready to die.

I'd rather go with childhood's grace

Still written on my untouched face.

A brow with grown years still unknown

Preserved in each buried bone.

Not that I'm ungrateful for life

The chance to someday be a wife

And raise up children of my own

Who someday too, will be all grown.

But I've seen enough life in these few years

Untainted by adulthood's tears.

I've lived this time in perfect ways

With hope and love and childhood plays.

Sometimes I think I've lived too long.

Let me go now while still this song

Of youth plays on my rosy lips

Unmarred by age and its eclipse.