The first blush of youth

so sweet in its innocence

floating in a cloud of hope

before cynicism can taint it

Everything is fresh and new

life is still a beautiful song

before experience has a chance

to knock the violin out of tune

The young spend their time

wishing they were older

While the old or middle-aged

yearn for their younger days

Bliss is finding that delicate balance

The wisdom of experience

blended with the playfulness of childhood

minus the bitterness of disappointment