The voice of youth screamed out loud piercing the soul of previous man.
Youth’s ambition and dreams danced like unto rain upon desert sand.
Now the mirrors of time slept in the mind of previous man… and he cried.
For youth had slipped away from him like a gentle giant in the mist of another time.
So now he watches and watches from the slippery banks of life.
He gazes in muted amazement at the ebb and flow of the river below-
He cries for all his sunken dreams, stillborn on the broken ships of strife.
And the voice of youth screamed and screamed and screamed.
J. Allen Wilson © 2/3/2011