Youth

This won editor's choice award, and is in a hard-bound book.... and may be in an audiobook...

 Long years have passed since the days of youth
Many whispers cry for truth
Not one day can pass
Without consciousness of the world's crass
Longing for innocence
Not one sign of reverence
Only the dream
Same to all, it would seem
To be free
And be me

Author's Note

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