Youth

I just came from Dancing Waters,
Where the ducks nest outside your door,
And youth reminds you of the worries it lacks,
And the idleness it adores.

And why should that be lost upon the attainment,
Of the responsibility of others' lives?
It still exists nestled deep within your heart.
Don't forget it when adulthood arrives.

Smash the inclination to harden your heart,
To keep abandonment from wandering out.
How do you deal with others trying to get in,
If you're that way with your most intimate self?

And it's alright,
I know the world discourages remembering.
Most strategies are based upon the public's stout,
And immensely reliable short memory.