A poem titled "Remembering my youthful days"
Posted: 25 Apr 2025, 04:31
Remembering My Youthful Days
In golden haze of morning light,
I see those days, so free, so bright—
Where laughter danced on summer air,
And dreams were stitched with little care.
The fields I ran with feet so fleet,
The echoed joy of hearts that beat
To rhythms only youth could know,
Where time moved soft and sweet and slow.
We chased the wind, we climbed the skies,
Believed in truth, and seldom lies.
The world, a canvas yet unmarked,
Each moment bright, each venture sparked.
I hear the calls of distant friends,
Before we knew how all things end.
Their voices linger in my mind,
Like leaves in breezes left behind.
Oh, how those careless hours shine,
A life unshaped by age or line—
Just reckless hopes and daring schemes,
The bright, unbroken glow of dreams.
Though seasons change, and paths may part,
My youth still whispers in my heart.
A timeless song, a sacred flame—
The child I was still speaks my name...
In golden haze of morning light,
I see those days, so free, so bright—
Where laughter danced on summer air,
And dreams were stitched with little care.
The fields I ran with feet so fleet,
The echoed joy of hearts that beat
To rhythms only youth could know,
Where time moved soft and sweet and slow.
We chased the wind, we climbed the skies,
Believed in truth, and seldom lies.
The world, a canvas yet unmarked,
Each moment bright, each venture sparked.
I hear the calls of distant friends,
Before we knew how all things end.
Their voices linger in my mind,
Like leaves in breezes left behind.
Oh, how those careless hours shine,
A life unshaped by age or line—
Just reckless hopes and daring schemes,
The bright, unbroken glow of dreams.
Though seasons change, and paths may part,
My youth still whispers in my heart.
A timeless song, a sacred flame—
The child I was still speaks my name...