Never Young, Forever Young (poem) by John Herlihy on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 23, 2020

There is much to reflect on here, conjuring up remembrances of old souls I've met in the past. Ram Das taught me much of the Eastern beliefs in wisdom that is attained only by the many positive and negative experiences that one willingly embraces. I learned long ago to applaud louder for the negative lessons than for the positive, for without the downers, one is hard-pressed to comprehend and truly view the positive as a contingent lesson, dependant on knowing the cuts and bruises so many of our most valued lessons go through before appreciating how the reality of reward feels. Loved this one, John.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on August 20, 2020

A FINE WORK! INDEED, THIS IS A VERY TRUE OCCURRENCE. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE ONE RUNS ACROSS A CHILD THAT'S SEEMS TO BE SO FILLED WITH WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING AT A VERY YOUNG AGE...A 6 YEAR OLD GOING ON 70. ENJOYED IMMENSELY. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on August 20, 2020

I've known people like this, and I think it comes down to just being mature, and some people mature at an early age. Asd for me, I don't think I ever grew up to begin with.

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on August 19, 2020

i like this one John, i remember being told when i was about 20 "you were born old" i won't say who it was, but she was not happy with me at the time.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on August 19, 2020

I used to feel like I was old already, even when I was younger. So, I understand the feeling you have in this poem. Now, as I am old enough to remember the past, sometimes I wonder if I was this precious person who I thought I was.

Regardless, I need to memorize the good memories and NOT the bad ones that would consume my well-being. Whatever happened, happened for a reason, it helped me to grow into who I am today. Whether I am a good person or bad, I accept who I am with no regrets.

Sandie

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on August 19, 2020

True old souls don't age even though they may acquire eons of experience. Were it not for their child-like (as opposed to childish) resilience and their ability to find wonders in all things, they would never have achieved their remarkable wisdom. They would become isolated and selfish, dead in spirit.

Rebecca

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 19, 2020

Quite an introspective, perhaps of your own in this poem. But I pity the man who never enjoyed the free exuberance of unbridled exploration. Growing up is good. One must understand what childhood's end is.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on August 19, 2020

You have created an interesting character in this, which in the same moment (for this reader) evokes both sympathy (and) lightness. Thanks for sharing. r