“Youth” Poem of the Day (2022)


By Ashley O’Hare

I swear my youth is still inside

holding me tight whenever I cry.

Life was far simpler then–

there were not”if’s” only “when’s.”

Growing up can’t be undone–

for only one year, I’m twenty-one.

So why can’t I enjoy it while it lasts

before it’s gone forever in the past?

I’m searching for advice online–

those with lives better than mine.

Countless leads lead to dead ends.

It’s all becoming an unfortunate trend.

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