Some comfort
We have all been young,
no matter how decrepit we become,
no matter how beset with melancholia,
no matter how absurd experiences,
no matter how much we've been burned,
no matter how we suffered and endured
with scars all over and with wounds
that never heal and never vanish,
still we have all been young
and fresh and gay and active and alert,
and that's our comfort when we reach maturity,
that no one can take that away from us
that we once have been young
in love and beauty and enjoyment
and at least in some obscurity at heart
still are and keep it with us
to remain in some way young at heart forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2011-06-30 at 19:36
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