While we are young

I wish we knew the luxury of youth.

When procrastinating about the troubles of tomorrow kept a genuine smile on our faces.

I wish we understood the gift of every moment.

Before our present became the past and soon, we would sit in a fragile old age robbed of our memories.

I wish we loved deeper.

Embracing every relationship while we have no understanding of the many ways, we could lose the ones we love.

I wish we were more childish.

Nurturing the innocence held within our souls reminds us that life is a playground with no age limit.

But alas, the innocent giggles on the playground morphed into emojis with no emotions behind them.

THE BITTER POET