The lost youth

Serried in the darkness, we spend our days, years, eons

will the time be able to erase

wounds inflected by devil’s minions.

Because, life is on its course just a bit farther,

Passing, simply and easily,

day by day, turning our lustre into vesper

as the old age arrives stringently.

The best days of our juvenity

by the murk are absorbed.

Our ideas, hopes and gaiety

with yearning are orbed.

And so much we wished for!

We hid shamefully some things at heart.

We had not just the essential but much more...

No one could such a thing, we thought.

And, yet, here came the crowd

of those that never found

more than what was endowed.

They came, they took, they slayed.

And years stringently keep to their course;

One and by one, they follow the lead.

The vast river into the abyss they force

to smother our innocent youth bit by bit.

And once, when those years are done

and ghosts of the war are gone

and we young, and yet old, live to see the freedom

in wonder we shall be when the old age and death come.