The beauty of youth, a gift to all
it’s energy and curiosity arrive when we’re small.
The knowledge of age, earned along the way
by what we do, what we say.
Patience and understanding, quiet insight
brings calm and love that feels just right.
Youth and age never do meet
they meld one to the other, a wonderful feat.
Life never allows choice of youth or age
a dilemma for some, even outrage.
The value of time, the knowledge of joys
are wonderful gifts, not youthful toys.
Poetry by Patricia Walter 2002 ©… Read the rest