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.