Goodbye Youth In the twilight of his days, he stands, A man, unaware of time’s gentle theft. Gone are the toys, the books, the carefree bands, Of childhood joys, now left bereft. Once, he ran with friends in fields so wide, Laughter echoing in the summer’s breeze. Now, those memories in shadows hide, As age brings him to his knees. The colors fade, from bright to gray, As youth slips silently away. Yet in his heart, a child’s spirit stays, Whispering of those golden days.