The reckless impunity of the youth

Is a prized possession

If you know what’s good for you

Don’t grow up


Our hearts are loose; Imaginations are wild

Heads roll through wanton paths of life

If you know what’s good for you

Keep your youth


Fear is conquered in mocked laughter

Reasoning is mute, where experience counts less

If you know what’s good for you

Guard your heart


Why want to grow and become old?

In it are vices of life: wisdom, hope and love

If you know what’s good for you

Don’t grow old


Wisdom brings only the knowledge of evil

Never the ability to do good

Hope keeps your nose to the grindstone

A surrogate life you’ve got there

Love, a terrible foe

In life you’ll never make a fair choice!

5 thoughts on “Reminiscences”

  1. Dear Charles,

    The only alternative to not growing old is untenable. I retain my youth, therefore, even as I age. I’m okay with it, in the long run. Old age is a privelege denied to many.

    Nice poem. I’ll want to see a rewrite when you’ve tacked on a few years.



    1. Well, maybe or may be not, innocence and pure love for humanity is a treasure that age steals from us all i believe! With old age comes suspicions and wariness…
      Thanks for being here, btw your offering for the fictioneers is classic!

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