Poems
YOUTH
We find ways to find a way in this land how
will fit
To have a mouth but we are mute to speak
To all the things we see and didn't knew
A question comes to my mind what is
youth?
It is playing in everyday
It is the memories on your young day
It is playing and when we're tired in the
grass we lay
It is the young age they say
Yet youth is not like that I tell
It isn't the time were playing in tree and fell
It isn't the time we get dark in street and
our mother yell
It isn't too telling a bed time story tale
But it is talking on a loud voice whisperily
See all things well but blindly
Listening to all sound like a melody
To the government that makes our life
sickly
The years where curiosity is in me
Why things happen and should be
Taking days young and free
Where all things unclearly see
It is when were laughing
The time when were crying
But it is only just part of something
Yet then it is seeing all things a little bit
confusing
(victoria rose villas)