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The days of my youth – Promote Yourself

old age

The days of my youth are dead,
the hours of my innocence were bled,
the pleasures of simple joys have fled.
Alas, too swiftly did I seek to grow,
and the seeds of discontent I did sow,
now my life is filled with misery and woe.
It is sad but all too true,
the best part of my life is through,
there is nothing left for me to see or do.
All worldly pleasures have paled,
my love of life’s beauty has failed,
the future is dimly lit and veiled.
So here is the lesson for you to learn,
for maturity do not too swiftly yearn.

Emily Karn

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

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