Callow Youths

• Yara Yangot, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

Those luscious eyes locked onto me,
Oh grace, the time of jubilee.
To when the truth of love was brought,
we left no other room for thought.

Now pondering the future drear,
the mystic paths our love may steer.
Sauntering thoughts besmirch the days,
The coming of autumnal haze .

As callow youths, our fingers grazed
A great ardour we set ablaze.
Rekindling all the faded thoughts
The nascent zeal we once had sought.

As torpid moments come to pass.
Can we escape from this impasse?
If dreams of youth and joy do fail,
How can a maiden’s dream prevail?

We rest. We feel. Cast cares away.
Embrace the fate that’s sealed today.