Monday, August 17, 2009

Youth Movement:

Of course,
you're different.

we all were,
back then,
when we
were your age.

Words were different;
they carried more weight:

a bright bit of typewritten
words seemed solid, lasting

into a Summer's day,
when being solitary
brought rewards.

You're finding your voice,
reaching for stars.

We were waiting,
back then,
same as you;

something that breathed

loving and

like you.

`x~William H. Balzac ~ copyright 08/17/2009.


Hele said...

I like this one! I am still classified as the youth in this poem, and I must say I can see your point is the generation that’s younger than me and in the way that I was/is. Yet, we all are the same – longing and wanting more! Thanks for the great poem! Love, H

Nina E J said...

Nice! I can relate!

Mary Anne Gruen said...

"Of course you're different. We all were."

How true! How true!

Lil Bit said...

I really like the stuff you're cranking out lately! =)

Ellie Great said...