Bubbles in youth

I lack the spirit
of my younger self,
that satisfying zest
I’ve since replaced
with cynicism or something
just as sour.

Perhaps it’s merely
misplaced, that zeal
that bubbles in youth,
a soapy froth sterilizing
us as we age
unless we embrace the dirt.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #93: Spirited Poems & VJ’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #75: SATISFYING

36 thoughts on “Bubbles in youth

  1. Great metaphor. It does seem that we actually become overly obsessed with outside façades and polishing the exterior as we grow out of childhood. Alas, we are to take cue from those joyfully playing in the mud, with squeaky clean consciences.

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