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Heady days of young
maturity and the
excitement of discovery.
Feelings and emotions
stirred me at every turn.
 
Hormones coursed
without constraint,
love, lust co-mingled
indistinguishable.
 
Not yet consumed
with full adult worries,
no self-created
inhibitions kept me
from adventures.
 
When did it change?
At what exact time
did those days
become these?
 
Days of youth
became days of old.
 
Gone, but for a memory,
but what use is that?
No longer now,
it lives in the past.
 
And when I muse on
that exhilarating time,
I sometimes miss
what was once mine.

Stuart McPherson invites us to write on what we are missing:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/12/01/poetics-missing-you/#comment-25349

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  1. smiles..the adventures and carefree days of youth…i think it changes slowly, step by step we move toward adulthood, grow into responsibilities..smiles…my missing you memories took me back to my teenage years as well.. happy sunday

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    • Yes, it sneaks up on us so we hardly notice..so true. I love what you did in response to the prompt, Claudia…happy sunday to you too.

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  2. smiles…there are times in my youth i def miss…when things were a bit easier….there are also days during that time i am glad i do not have to live again….ha…they were fun at the time though….

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  3. poemsofhateandhope

     /  December 2, 2012

    Totally hear you!! And I share the sentiment. Sometimes wish I could go back to ‘those days’- especially knowing what I know now. Memories still play their part though- and in our adult lives, maybe we should refer to them more often than we do- to recapture something, give us some fire to do more exciting things

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    • Yes, if our memories give us a happy boost…why not. Especially if they compel us to act positively. Thanks, Stu…had fun with this one.

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  4. You’ve created an insightful and sentimental ode to days gone by. A bit melancholy, this piece also has a lilt and lightness of appreciation for all that is.

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  5. Very thought provoking to be sure.
    It has been said that youth is wasted on the the young…

    Can it be said that wisdom is wasted on the old?…

    Those who can only sit and wish once again to young?

    Thanks so much for this.

    Tim

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    • I’ve heard that saying and yes, I think it can be said that wisdom is wasted on the old. Geez, why is that?!

      Thank you, Tim, I’m glad you liked this.

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  6. I know exactly what you mean. Very nicely done!

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  7. Lovely, I can relate to the passion of youth ~
    I like this line:
    Days of youth
    became days of old.

    Happy week to you ~

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  8. Yeah the days with no one to answer too and living carefree, are surely missed by me.

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  9. Oh this is just beautiful Gayle, and something I ponder on very often these days. And I still cant think when it changed from those days. Probably because it was such a gradual process it only hits us when we actually stop and think about it all.

    Love

    Christine xxx

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  10. This is beautifully written and must be a universal feeling. The older we grow, the more we look back with nostalgia at those days of youth. Even though we didnt half know what we had, when we had it:) Love this poem!

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    • Yeah, that’s the sad part…”you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.” Didn’t Joni Mitchell sing that song?

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  11. I once felt this way when I was unhappy. Now, though, I look forward, not backward–except, of course, when I’m working on that darned memoir!

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    • I do revisit the past but usually it is shortlived…I don’t linger very long. But I do enjoy remembering the fun and positive times.

      Found a publisher yet, Lorna…I know you had put the word out for one… I hope things move ahead for you.

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  12. I think Time passes us all by at such speed that it isnt until we stop for a moment in contemplation we wonder just where those years went..
    Looking after our Grandchildren bring home to us the years when our own children were young.. And If I hadnt got a photo album full of memories I wonder would I recall those bygone years….
    But I so look to the future now and live in those wonderful moments of Now… for they are never to come by again… 🙂
    Loved this Gayle…
    Hugs Sue xoxox

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    • True…when we slow down with maybe less responsibilities, we take note of what once was. Or, if we’re terribly unhappy with our lives…we can sometimes look back on fonder times. I’m so much into the “now” with my granddaughter…because that’s where she is…I join her there. What a teacher she is…

      Just dragged out some old photos of when my girls were tiny like Mira…they look so much alike…it’s amazing the resemblance to both of my two.

      Thank you, Sue. Hugs and love. xoxo

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  13. Me too! Once again you’ve captured well an honest human sentiment. Well done, Gayle.

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  14. I really feel the bitter-sweetness when I read this one. Love the picture, btw.
    “When did it change?
    At what exact time
    did those days
    become these?” <— That's really the crux of it, isn't it? It happens gradually, and yet, it happens so fast. Paradoxical in nature. I suppose that's just wisdom talking, I refuse to call it "old". 😉

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    • Yes, it is bitter sweet. There are portions of those days that were so invigorating but also there is much I wouldn’t want to revisit. No, I don’t really think of myself as old either…but some of those days sure seem like an awful long time ago! 😉

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