SONNET FOR THE YOUTH

Come now youth and hold my yet unaged hand
And feel the flow of this still springing life
Which bounds in joy as ocean wave on sand.
Hear not the low bassoon but flitting fife
As this still inquiring voice softly speaks
What joy this spirit always longs to send
To everyone who for the answer seeks
To know that aging doesn't mean the end.
Mourn not young one for all your past mistakes
For in them are the promises of truth
That when the will still gives more than it takes
You never loose the goodness that is youth.
So take the hand I offer you this day
And believe naught about the aged they say.

~Michael Bahm~

BACK HOME