Reid@YWP

I can’t remember 

A time 

When we had the bliss 

Of youth 

A time 

When the adolescent generation 

Slow, bleak, tired 

My mind tends to wander 

Look up, up! 

Past the stars and yonder 

My mind tends to wander 

Through the dusty fields 

Past the broken views 

"Please remember 

the milk 

from the store," 

that's what the note says. 

But it doesn't matter anyway 

because his mind, his memory, stays sharp as a tack.