glen easton, wv usa
I can remember when I was everthing young.
Still in school,quite nieve I was much the
Hot hazy summer days,filled with bikes,baseball,and fishing, and at the heighth of my blaze
Wanting to grow up before my time,
not even realizing I would soon hit my prime.
To long I sat, and dwelled upon, I blinked
and like the summer's breeze it was gone.
Now at 33 I can see things I can do no longer, not like in my youth, when I was
so much stronger.
33 is not old by any means, yet I can still
visualize those youthful scenes.
Now when my son expresses his thoughts of
growing up, and being a man, I say son hold
on to your youth as long as you can.
[This message has been edited by Richard 33 (edited 09-10-99).]