Youth That Never Return

In the garden of dawn, where dreams are sown,

Youth dances with laughter, a melody of its own.

But time, the silent thief, steals moments away,

Leaving echoes of laughter to slowly decay.

Oh, fleeting youth, like a butterfly's flight,

Moments flutter by, vanishing from sight.

In the tapestry of time, a thread unravels,

Leaving behind stories that memory travels.

The mirror reflects the lines of time's embrace,

Youthful exuberance now a distant trace.

Gone are the days of carefree delight,

As shadows lengthen with the fading light.

Yet, in the heart's chambers, a flame may burn,

A spark of youth, forever to yearn.

For though time may steal what once was ours,

In the poetry of memory, youth flowers.