Traveler Reminiscing

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It’s in the air, the distant morning
Of youth that has long passed;
The sweet scent of reminiscence
Of blissful unburdened past.

The roads oft trodden yesterday,
Stretch before my eyes again,
And on it walking unawares,
A child to whom I am a stranger.

Ah, youth, all those that mattered to you
So much they weighed you down,
Are of no consequence at all–
None worthy of your frown.

But why tell you that, young one?
When I know more than any,
This knowledge will be yours to gain
Come your much-dreaded tomorrow.

So, onward I shall walk again,
Knowing the distance I have so far covered,
With hope and utmost certainty that I
Would travel on even further.