David R. “Poppa” Alexander

LOST YOUTH

I am a little grayer now
My gate is a little slower now
My interest doesn’t seem so eager to grow
Where did my youth go?

I notice nature more now
My patience is greater now
My wife is dearer and her face is still aglow
Where did my youth go?

I don’t see as many enemies now
My fields are no longer there for me to plow
My days are passing but not nearly as slow
Where did my youth go?

Aw but to have the days of youth to live now
My mind would absorb so much more now
My lost dreams of youth have gone but no one will know
Where did my youth go?

Men and women of the military now
Seem so much younger and how
They march by and the pride they feel does show and my pride doth grow
Where did my youth go?

I no longer hold the same things dear now
My grandchildren see an old man when they visit now
My father must have felt this same way before his passing sometime ago
Where did my youth go?