Gone

Although the streets are filled with snow

And possibly with ice,

I watch the young folk come and go,

Not even thinking twice.

 

In groups or pairs or quite alone

They navigate with ease,

Not worried that they’ll break a bone

Or end up on their knees.

 

I recognize that youthful grit

That keeps them jogging on.

I had it, too, but I’ll admit,

That confidence is gone.