Prompted by PSU:
Youth has no age but age has youth:
when older people dream
we pick our youth up once again;
again our faces seem
sixteen or so, despite grey hair;
again we cry or blush,
cradle the baby now full grown,
relive a high school crush.
The night nurse keeps in confidence
long after they are dead
how patients shed paralysis
to frolic, newly wed,
or turn their faces to the wall
because they broke a rule
someone tried to pound into them
in their first year at school.
Yeah, youthful memories aren't all as lovely as some people think. I much prefer being a youthfully minded adult. Loads more options that way.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely more fun!
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"... cradle the baby now full grown" inside we are all vulnerable children gray hair or bald. :)
ReplyDeleteI was thinking more of great-grandmothers reliving the early days of motherhood, but yes...
DeletePK
Don't we always feel the same age – or no age – on the inside?
ReplyDeleteI can tell some differences, especially the enormous blessing of having parked the hormone cycle, but basically yes.
DeletePK
Insightful poem...you're not just a youthful pretty face:)
ReplyDeleteIs anyone at PSU?! I was thinking in that line of another geriatric patient. They say "Black won't crack" and it was true in that case. When patient was sleeping on his back the 78-year-old face was smooth as a child's.
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Interesting lines. Yes, quite often our childhood and youth visit us. Nice.
ReplyDelete"Youth has no age but age has youth:
ReplyDeletewhen older people dream
we pick our youth up once again;"
Great lines, Priscilla!