Youthful Living

Nothing on earth is as sweet,
Than morning dew on my feet;
As rays of the morning sun,
Tells you that the night is done.

The still of the morning calm,
Sunlight nestles in my palm;
Eeriness of the damp fog,
While hearing a bull frog.

To live at a ripe old age,
As life in the final stage;
Attempt to enjoy each day,
Before light is chased away.

Get rid of worry and pain,
Before it makes you insane;
Be carefree without the fear,
Ere your youth will disappear.

Be cheerful while you're young,
Enjoy songs that have been sung;
And pleasure you like to do,
But God is still judging you.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2008 Richard Newton Sherrer

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