They say sometimes this youth of mine
Is wasted on the young.
But, I believe, as they perceive,
That life is far too short.
We live our days an endless haze
Of plateaus to the top.
If madness is as madness does,
We’ve simply missed the point.
We didn’t pass it by, alas
It’s been there all along.
We seem to find more joy in lies,
My God I think we’re lost!
When Love is gone our life drags on,
The truth we merely drop.
What need of truth, why value youth,
We’ve simply missed the point.
The point, you ask, what sort of task
Is this you have in mind?
I didn’t miss, the point is this,
The Heart of Life is Love!
About the Creator
PK Rankin
I am a father, husband, worker, traveler, philosopher, lifelong learner, and poet who believes that you can do anything you put your mind to. I am a lover of freedom, a respecter of life, an eclectic dreamer, and eternal optimist.
The Longest Language Journey Back
When you have a godawful experience for years (perhaps French lessons) and need to write about it as part of the healing process and already you feel parts of your cognitive machinery trying to “clean it up” (guess it’s French lessons) for public viewing by default since it’s likely to make some toes curl up (sorry, but definitively French lessons.)
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