MY YOUTH HAS FLED -Poetry
- Stephanie Daich
- May 3, 2023
- 1 min read
Oh, the youth, out me has fled,
Leaving me almost dead.
My mind numbs, my joints harden,
I can hardly hear you, begging my pardon.
I used to run, jump and play,
Now all I do is sit and lay.
The energy from me is zapped,
And all I did today was napped.
Oh, the youth, out me has fled,
Leaving me almost dead.
My skin was smooth and soft as silk,
Now it looks like curdled milk.
I used to run at the head,
Now I get winded climbing out of bed.
I spent countless hours playing on the floor,
Now I can hardly walk to the door.
Oh, the youth, out me has fled,
Leaving me almost dead.
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My Youth Has Fled
by Stephanie Daich
