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I want to go back to my youth again
where all is in my realm, even good health,
a new young boy and soccer games to watch—
where I can see fresh buds on trees, their flowers just behind
and in the future, many months to come
to fly headlong into years—
I want to go back to youth again, and savor my career,
to forget these days of longing, these memories
of tears. But suddenly, something happens
to my darting dance of dreams— My days revolve,
and all too quick, they turn obliquely to night.
The glass grows dim— my face becomes faint gray
and much too soon my drive to fight gets undermined
by fears. I want to go back
to my youth again, my years of hope and spring,
where each step salutes both time and zeal
and headstrong, ushers in the green.
Copyright 2018 Judith Brice.