Saturday, January 17, 2015

Primrose and Pride

By T.L. Coston

There goes Youth skipping down a winding path
Urchins, how they are amused by their own shadows and glances
The day is long.  The night is short
Ah, Youth, your specter is underfoot

The path is primrose; promises around the bend
Flowers bloom, birds sing, and joys are your friend
The melody of life whispers in your ears
Seeing nothing; fearing nothing; dancing with yourself

Sing – Sing – Sing. 
The world was meant for you
Laugh – Laugh – Laugh
Trouble is not your muse

Briars and burrs don’t hinder this path
The trail doesn’t narrow.  No river an impasse
And when the music lags and shadows become longer

Primrose and Pride dances until six feet under.

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