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Of Essence And Truth
On a walk down a lane, in the crisp Autumn air,
‘neath a canopied sky, draped in falls splendid fare,
my mind wanders off to a time in my youth,
a day quite like this, pond’ring essence and truth.
‘Twas a time of distinction, tenacity, hope,
of great aspiration with infinite scope.
A time filled with principle, purpose and aim,
of sound inspiration, a fate yet to claim.
Youth makes one hopeful of things yet to be,
of dreams to fulfill, unknown wonders to see.
A view of the world through an innocent’s eyes,
with reality cloaked in a clever disguise.
Maturity often expands a man’s thought,
as time changes views that naivete wrought,
for idealism twists in the skeptical mind,
acutely aware that a youthful eye’s blind.
So now as I walk, in the fall of my years,
‘neath that canopied sky, as the dream reappears,
my mind wanders back, to a time in my youth,
that impossible quest, seeking essence and truth.
