TO BE YOUNG AGAIN

Honestly,  and completely on the level

To be young again

I just might sell my soul to the devil

Sometimes,  my gut feeling is that God has abandoned me

Pleasure is often elusive now in life

With no positive proof of his promises for me to see

My faith and trust in God has been lost in my depression

That is deepening daily,  leaving me to ask

Why would a good God let me suffer to this degree

With the thought of  "being young again"

My mind will periodically play

Even more so now,  with the clock ticking away

So... a deal with the demon I will make

The hand of that snake I will shake

His promises of experiencing any fantasized pleasure

I just might take

To be young again with the knowledge that I have now

Is a deal that my current God will not allow

So,  if the Devil does,  to him my allegiance I might solemnly vow

Just  "to be young again" with the knowledge that I have now

 

By J.D. Bardo

 

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jennifer Malden

Tue 25th May 2021 15:48

To be young again with the knowledge one has now would be great, although it is the carelessness and insouciance of youth that makes it so enjoyable, apart from the physical point of view. Looking back those seem halycon days, but at the time most of us had problems too, I would think. Great writing.

Jennifer

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J.D. Bardo

Tue 25th May 2021 11:25

Thank-you again to all showing an interest in poetry. All poetry!!

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J.D. Bardo

Sun 23rd May 2021 12:22

Thank-you, Keith, Stephen, And Tom for the very supportive comments. Very much appreciated!! Thank-you for all sharing a like!!
I love the support. it helps to make me feel alive... J.D.

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Tom Doolan

Sun 23rd May 2021 11:55

A poignant reflection J D.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 22nd May 2021 17:54

Yes, it's a lovely, if sad, poem. You are contributing so much with wonderful verse like this.

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keith jeffries

Sat 22nd May 2021 09:42

This is a beautifully composed poem which comes from a heart with regret, stained by the advancing years, hoping to recover those lost days of youth but knowing that time moves on and waits for no one, not even the ardent searchers of halcyon days. A poem which touches the heart of most readers irrespective of age as it speaks the truth of the human condition from which there is no escape.

Thank you for this
Keith

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