Youth

The memory of your youth is but an ode to the nights 

When your ears are ringing 

And you lungs feel like they don't hold oxygen anymore. 

To when your cheeks are red 

And your heart is thumping 

To the memory of a beat, 

To when your blood is racing through your veins 
And your eyes are glowing with joy. 

To all those days of youth that go merrily by.