Jealous

Jealous

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I am jealous of the young
who are carefree and never stung
by the pains and cares the world ever sprung.

I am jealous of the rumbustios laughter
that tears from the heart of my daughter
when by the mirth of life she is stirred.

I am jealous of the indulgence
My son takes amidst insurgence.
His ability to remain effervescent
During moments both ascent and descent.

I am jealous of the youth carefree
And to remain so-  as decree.
The thrumming vibrance
Its vigour and its elegance.

Mine came and went
How carelessly I spent.
When my heart clamoured
For the clover, alas!
Decisions made
Dealt are spades.

Time begone
Youth went anon!
I am not I
My flashing youth I descry.
Aging body mine may cry
But youthful spirit is here never to die.

Yet I am jealous
For not having the young body
and the wise mind in it to embody.
So yearning, I am zealous
however too garrulous!

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