The light has not met me as it should have by now it’s late in the evening and somehow that meeting has come and its gone the sky is unclear and the stars are all wrong and what is this night that the day has become I was so young time is a joker ill-bred, unschooled loutish and laughing, ha yer fooled yer grasping here but not there you’re in yesterday’s chair and the table’s moved on and who are these ravers so drunk on your wine they look so young now all unknown is a shape taking form entropy’s greeting I was born it was fleeting the dew on the ground I remember some place did I ever make a sound? clawing through chaos as if boots on the ground oh to be young But you’re not gonna beat me you should have by now the wee hours of the morning and somehow it’s dawning the spring has begun the moon is still silver and gold is the sun hallo little daisy sprung up, wow you're fun the day is still young ...
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Beautiful poem.
Great poem