Adolescent

Oh Sun of aft’noon sorrow, recall those
queries I did raise. Beget those
dreams for nigh’time morrow, those
morns lack gift for change. Bless those
young men, child, teen, those
stars low or floating, I. Cannot those
heavens we so lusted bright those
effervescent sky? To whom those
shall they call to - to whom those
years be long. Oh Sun re-assure me
that my heart was never wrong.