Youth
It moves
In a line of growing
Confidence
Met with
Capability
Charging along a short line
Of self-importance
Met with arrogance
Dashed with ignorance
And touched oddly
By righteousness.
But the beauty
Oh - joy the beauty
Of old that is young
And young that is fair;
There is no
Artful illusion that
Competes with the vibrance of life
