Youth's tenderness was made for love,
In hot pursuit, she sought the best,
A magic feast, a treasure trove;
Youth spread her wings on life's bright quest.
Youth's years were good, the pleasures found
She thought would last eternally;
With lessons learned, and purpose sound,
Sweet youth was happy as could be.
Life pledged that youth would see no end,
She laughed, and gave a kindly wink,
And lying, promised gifts she'd send;
False friend, she knew youth's but a blink.
Brief fickle youth's not meant to stay;
Like winter's snow, she melts away.