You Were Young Once.

You Were Young Once.

A Poem by BeatricePortinari.

You were young once,

Older eyes told you not to grow,

But as the sun would set upon our world,

Burning it-

You would not listen.

 

There was a time when you were beautiful.

When you were free to run,

To lose yourself in the small,

Thin beauty you could find-

 

But now things are complicated,

You have me and my fragile tendencies

To wean,

 

Your hands, the ones that used to play instruments,

Now wipe my chin.

They are wrinkled, and you are gray.

 

Now what of the world if you,

Lovely, vibrant you-

Had stayed young?

 

Would your eyes be brighter,

Seeing different sights?

 

What would be of your dreams,

Your lovers,

Your ideas to harness the clouds from the sky?

 

Would you have been a different person,

Given one more treacherous chance?

Or am I worth all that I have been?

 

This life, the one you live,

Do you regret the path your feet have traveled,

With or without your broken permission?

 

… Do you love me enough

To understand this life,

And to live through it-

 

Or do you wish, now,

To be far away?

© 2011 BeatricePortinari.


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BeatricePortinari.
Thank you!

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I like this. You are a good writer who knows how to get the attention of readers and hold it. Keep writing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is wisdom for sure! I love the questions! You grab attention that way

Posted 13 Years Ago


Good Job. I feel as if you wrote this to me 70 years from now.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This seemed like a poem directed at your parents, and I can attest that as a parent you folks love you more than their own lives. It's hard to understand from young eyes but parenting is the greatest gift ever, you love unconditionally only to have your child eventually rebel against you, but you know it's going to happen and understand it is just part of the process.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Growing older does have a tendency to change our views and dreams of life, we get lost in a different world it seems. If oly we could remain in the days of our youth, and not get caught up in by the will of others.

Wonderfully penned.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Ohh this is so pretty
i love it :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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BeatricePortinari.
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