When You Are Young

Life ripples out from you,
a stone skipping across the creek -
carefree, without weight,
repelling sinking dangers,
rocketing through space and time.

What lies on distant shores touches you not,
worries you not, shapes you not.
Ripples emanating from contact between
youth and reality find means to clutch your feet,
and pull them into the sinking mud.

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