What is it about summer
eases our defences –
was it lazy, hot afternoons
or smouldering, hazel eyes?
I ask myself again and again,
cannot remember who I was
before I took that fateful risk –
joy of youth extinguished.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Let not that joy be extinguished! I always think there’s something for everyone that makes them recall that glint of youth regardless of where they’re at. I would hope so anyway! π
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I certainly am reminded when my grandchildren come to visit. Thank you Sunra
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Summer draws us back to our youth when we thought we were invincible. Those were the days…
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Weren’t they? Sigh
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You are always welcome ππ
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Joy of youth is spontaneous π
No body try to resists this joy, except but saints.
Youthful joy is part of automation. It is autonomous.
Very insightful lines. Deeply intellectual.
Regards ππ
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Thank you
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You are always welcome ππ
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Summer has some side issues that can sure be depressing π Wonderful poem all the same, my friend.
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Thank you!
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Welcome, VJ
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If only we could bottle that youthful joy.
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I wish!
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Summer can be intoxicating in many ways:)
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Yes, it can.
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This sounds like the wrong turn I took.
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Oh no. You too!
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Yes. I should have known better.
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We are talking about youth, right? There is no knowing better!
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Good point! I knew everything when I was 18.
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