Poem: Gone Are the Times of Youth

Gone are the times of youth, so bright,
When days stretched long in golden light.
When laughter leapt without a care,
And dreams were seeds tossed in the air.

No weight of years upon the back,
No need to hide, no strength to lack.
The world was wide, the heart was bold,
And time was something we could hold.

We ran through summers, fast and free,
Chasing what we could not see.
The future was a distant shore,
A place we’d reach, and so much more.

But now the mirror tells the tale—
Of softer steps and faces pale.
Of lessons etched in quiet lines,
Of lost beginnings, missed signs.

And yet, though youth has slipped away,
Its echoes live in us today.
In every scar, in every tear,
In every laugh that draws us near.

For youth is not just time or skin,
But something fierce we hold within—
A spark, a song, a wild truth:
The soul does not grow old with youth.

So mourn it not as something past,
But as a fire that shaped your path.
Gone are the times of youth, it’s true—
But not the strength it gave to you.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie