The Season of Youth

J. Scott Smith

Young once, trapped in youth;
Light married dark,
Day fell into night,
Hiding by taking flight,
On target off the mark,
Fantasy dreams in search of truth.

When came the dawn -
From where came the sight -
Separating the dark from light;
Finding from fear courage drawn?

Looking back on wasted youth;
Purpose found in nothing at all.
Looking ahead to uncertain age;
Purpose found in nothing at all.

Where is the cause, the reason,
The purpose for life and living,
For the taking and the giving?
Where? for youth is out of season.

December 1985
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