The First Death

So, here we are, here’s to the death

Of youth. Let us embrace this space

In time, let us exhale this last breath

Of childhood awe and leave this place

Which we lived in our own wild wonder.

Let us now be untamed beasts and destroy

All expectations. Let us live with our joy

Which we created, before life causes a sunder

And we are no longer stranded in the gray.

So here’s to the death of childhood dreams,

And here’s to the birth of smoke and reams

Of pages still yet to be filled with our strife

We have yet to gather from our youthful life.

 

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