When last we were young
the world lay before us
the future everything
and nothing
unrealized dreams
propelling us into the unknown
when last we were young.
Once more
Once more
Once more
to be young
once more
before we are past
the possibility of our dreams -
Grow young along with me
the best is yet to be,
the last for which the first was made.
Our dreams are in our hands.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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