These Are The Days of Grass

These are the days of grass

We shall not pass

This way again

Time does not refund one hour

To loiter in the balmy bower

Of youth’s hungry, untried dreams

Nor dare, with boundless virgin power

The lust of it’s untested schemes

For Time, life’s ever-wizened teacher

Corrals our brazen scope

Offering us today for living

And for tomorrow,

Simply hope

© Janet Martin 

It seems these days if I need to know something

all I need to do is ask my kids...ah, sweet youth, the age of answers:)