YOUNG and OLD

YOUNG and OLD*

In youthful years, I danced with carefree zest,

My pimpled skin a constant test.

A teenager's plight, so full of woe,

A beauty crisis that would not let go.

But time went by, and seasons flew away,

And now at sixty-nine, I face a new day,

Wrinkles crease my brow, a map of time,

A testament to love, laughter, and life's rhyme.

As a child of four, I held hands tight,

Waiting for comfort through the dark of night.

I sought solace in a guiding hand,

A sense of security, in a world so grand.

Now, at sixty-nine, I yearn once more,

For someone's hand to hold, to love me forevermore.

The

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cycle turns, the seasons change their hue,

Yet human needs remain, forever true.

At eighteen, I rebelled against my fate,

Desiring freedom from parental weight.

I longed to spread my wings, to soar and roam,

To chart my own course, without a gentle home.

Seven decades passed, and wisdom came to stay,

But now at sixty nine, I fear the lonely way,

No one to talk to, no shoulder to lean,

A silence that echoes, a heart that's unseen.

Time has taught me much, yet still I find,

That human hearts remain, connected in kind.

We search for love, we seek to belong,

Through every stage of life, our hearts sing a song.