Once Upon Youth I Tricked The Truth...

PAD Challenge day 8: For today's prompt, write a what they never tell you poem.

Echoes run deep

Wild oats aren't cheap

Beware of clocks that feast on rhyme

Youth's eloquence

A vain defense

Against the hands of Father Time

Reflections of

Spent live-learn-love

Can serve up quite a picture show

Sometimes the dark

Just needs a spark

To teach us things we didn't know

A book, a hill

A windowsill

Expands four-season points of view

No one can steal

The way I feel

After an afternoon with you 

Discovery 

Will always be

Life's bitterest, sweetest surprise

The greatest death

While we have breath

Is life, after love's laughter dies

...and, sure success 

To happiness

Will be impossible until

We realize

To our surprise

It is a selfless miracle

Once upon youth

I tricked the truth

Or so I airily supposed

Until I found

It safe and sound

Unfazed by ways it is exposed

I have been told

That growing old

Is not for the faint or the weak

But they left out

The part about

How soon I'd learn of what they speak

© Janet Martin