There are moments
that are never enough.
They seem to last in abundance
of joys.
Playing in the water
under the old rocky bluff.
Screaming, laughing
as it is with us young boys.
Our imaginations we tend to hold now flee.
The rocks from the
bluff crumple down.
A howl echoes in our
ears like banshees
Screaming, only to
see blood flow around.
"last in abundance of joys" and "laughing as it is with (us) young boys"
ReplyDeleteThese lines express so well the exuberance of youth, as it accepts whatever and wherever it is born into.
Life seems like that when we are young, but later it seems the world we know is falling apart! It is, of course as it always has, but there need not be blood. Depends on whether we take responsibility or blame someone else or see change as an adventure! Easy to say, hard to do maybe.