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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
O' impetuous Youth, What know ye of life's perils, subtle temptations? Would that I warn thee, Hollow machinations, Dire warnings fall as snowflakes, Melting protestations Upon alluring quicksands. Love and hate, Virtue and vice, Revenge and remorse. Oh, Youth, Springing to the battlefield of life, Holding the world at bay As hope exocises gaunt spectres of defeat. Enter in then, thy field of combat Not as innocent babe, But as a man. For when the sky blackens and cyclones rage, 'Tis faith in truth and the nobility of humanity that shields the soul and calms the thundering waves. Lo', dear youth, Would that I warn thee. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I wonder if there's ever been a time - in the history of humankind - that youth has been willing to learn from its predecessors... I doubt it.. Well said, my friend..  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mike--ah youth...who know all things and will never die...it is only movement through time and gathered pain and bliss that are the teachers....Wonderful poem! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ Wise contemplations for any morning. We can try - but most don't get the message until they've fought the battles themselves. My grandmother used to say, "I can see where you're going - for I've been there." ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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