How Young

 

I was picking dandelion bouquets

to place on my mother’s lap

My youth almost spent, I asked,

how long will I be old?

 

Age last longer than youth.

And those who see only age spots and skin

will look at faded images

and in their dotage say,

how young!

 

I don’t even have to be be a beauty

for such a remark

my youth will speak,

shout out from those graphs:

 

How young.

Look! How young.

 

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