My Youth Slipped Through My Fingers

By Mushky Nagar

My youth slipped through my fingers
like an air-filled balloon.
Memories pass before me-
it happened all too soon.

I should have held it tightly,
maybe tied it to my arm.
Should have clutched it
and embraced it-
Preventing any harm.

Nothing should have neared it
and made me old so quick.
Yet my youth slipped through my fingers,
A choice I didn't pick.

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	Mushky Nagar, age 18, is a graduate of Bnos Menachem High School, and is currently learning in Chaya Mushka Seminary in Tzfat.

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Posted: Aug 2, 2011

B"H

That is exactly how I feel, you illustrate it so well!

Posted By DMR, Pittsburgh, PA

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