In between charade and innocence,
Fending off the forces that would Shane
Too soon an unremarkable result
Even if one were oneself to ape
Essence to which the heart assents,
No draft could be approved without revolt
Sixteen is intent on being lovely,
Immersed in the sweet rivers of her day,
X-ing out the chubby childhood ways
That I must cherish now in memory only,
Even as time steals the time away,
Each moment is a gift 1 treasure dearly,
Nor would i for my love the time delay.
Seventeen is bursting with ambition.
Ecstasy comes often when one dreams.
Vested is vague momentous mission
Each moment is more vital that it seems
Now is what the future most depend on,
Though time itself seems like an endless plain,
Eventually,the note that one might end on
Even now beguiles the budding brain.
Nor will faith be so bountiful again.
Eighteen is windswept borderline,
In a moment,gates forever closed.
Gulf of dreams behind the vanished child,
Halfway round the corner of her smile.
The change flaps in the breeze,but in a while
Each motion turns to dance,each gesture wild
Eventually is place,positioned,posed,
No leaping for sheer joy but by design.
Nineteen is a moment for reflection,
Instead of rushing on,one stops and waits.
Now one contemplates a range of fates.
Even some quite likely for rejection.
The future is a vista,vast and teeming,
Eloquent of latitudes and choice,
Now,however,there is room for dreaming :)
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