Chains and Keys

Hold my hand and don’t let go
of the old dreams and memories,
hold my hand and don’t you throw
the keys and chains though rusty
the younger days of youth may know
how the breeze feels down by the night sea
spent with freedom and zeal
but don’t you let your heart feel
the years that have crept up too frequently
my bones may ache and scream, down by the old tree
in the backyards of hard country
but they sure know the meaning behind the veil
that life ain’t made for wasting
the best days, those that seem to look aplenty
ain’t no old man be regretting a life lived,
a life seen.
Youth,
they may be carefree, fearless with an air of invincibility
but they be just as likely to waste it in an eye’s blink.
So, hold my hand and don’t let go
your life in exchange for longevity,
don’t be a fool, go back to school
learn about the dark side of drugs and drinks
and wiped out nights that no longer stay in memory.
Hold my hand and don’t let go,
you each deserve a chance to grow old.

(Dedicated to all the youth struggling with addictions etc. especially the ones who tragically couldn’t hold on. 2013 was a year with many tragedy hitting the news. Hope this year will not be the same. Take care.)

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