Ever Nineteen
Just below the surface
Sits an ageless boy of 19
Who ignores my aging being
Resides in careless, carefree crowds
Drinking, dancing, drowning out
The din of responsibility
With a carpe diem consciousness
Que sera sera, what will be will be
Embraces the clichés of youth :
Lets the chips fall where they may
Stokes the fire of the imagination
Resuscitates an old man's dreams
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