Passed Young

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #265 – Young At Heart
“Fill in one of the blanks and use that as you title.”

 __________ Young   OR   Young ____________

I passed young on the road
a while back, hitch-hiking,
flowered with tie-dyed
clothing, long, unruly
hair, and a friendly
smile. When I got home,
I checked the mirror just
to be sure. There appeared
a face I nearly recognized.
Then, I took off my glasses.
The lines–horizontal and
parenthetical–softly melted
away, but the elasticity
was no where to be found.
I knew I was past young.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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