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As I watch the snowflakes fall from the sky
I'm reminded of my youth and how quickly it's passing me by.
It seems like just yesterday I was only a young boy throwing snowballs with my brother in our front yard.
Now those days seem so far.
I miss the innocence of youth.
The time when I thought anything was possible.
But now I've grown up and found the truth.
Where does it all go?
That hopeful burning deep inside.
The ability to feel pure joy and be happy just to be alive.
I can't quite say exactly when it all left but with it part of my soul died.
I miss my mother's kiss.
And the touch of her guiding hand.
All of that went away the day I became a man.
And the funny thing is sometimes I think we're all just little kids walking around wearing suits and ties
Pretending we know what we're doing with our lives.
Even though I know I cant
Oh how I wish I could go back to that snow covered front yard just as it was.
I think it must be the same way for all of us.
And now as I watch those snowflakes fall
I'm reminded that in the end it's my call.
We all have the choice whether or not to silence the voice.
I will face the world ahead of me.
And in my heart is held the truth.
There is no reason to let go of my youth.

Reviews

[Stonewall]

Hey mate, this poem is wonderful. I think it is something that most of us feel, but it is a feeling that we can never shake so it always feels relevant when I hear it expressed. Spotted one typo - 'sole' intead of 'soul' on line twelve. Good work.