{"id":13242,"date":"2015-06-14T04:24:48","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T08:24:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=13242"},"modified":"2015-06-14T14:12:28","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T18:12:28","slug":"love-and-youth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/love-and-youth\/","title":{"rendered":"Love and Youth"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"_5k3v _5k3w clearfix\">\n<div>\n<p>Look at me, I am three.<\/p>\n<p>And the world doesn&#8217;t quite scare me yet.<\/p>\n<p>My parent&#8217;s fears have yet to invade<\/p>\n<p>I am free&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Mom used to tell me, &#8220;Don&#8217;t be in such a hurry.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Growing up was a race.<\/p>\n<p>And I was bound and determined to run it. To win.<\/p>\n<p>To one day declare. &#8220;I was young, once.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Young eyes, despite the obvious advantage<\/p>\n<p>Are so short sighted.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s age that remedies this, though.<\/p>\n<p>Irony has a sense of humor, too, I suppose.<\/p>\n<p>It is also in matters of love, that youth can make even the most eagle sighted<\/p>\n<p>Blind.<br \/>\nLove is also a race, I&#8217;ve come to find.<br \/>\nThis race I was also bound and determined to run. To win.<br \/>\nTo one day declare, &#8220;I was in love, <em><del>once<\/del><\/em>&#8221;<br \/>\nI scratched that last word out.<br \/>\nI had to<\/p>\n<p>Unlike youth, which you can experience only once<br \/>\nLove comes and goes many times over<br \/>\nIn many forms and never the same way twice<br \/>\nRegardless of the scars left behind as reminders<\/p>\n<p>Youth, is measured in time.<br \/>\nEventually, you can never be young ever again.<br \/>\nLove, on the other hand, is measured in moments of knowing glances<br \/>\nand late night talks about your day<br \/>\nand how much I hated being away from you.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Look at me, I am three. And the world doesn&#8217;t quite scare me yet. My parent&#8217;s fears have yet to invade I am free&#8230; Mom used to tell me, &#8220;Don&#8217;t be in such a hurry.&#8221; Growing up was a race. And I was bound and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":228,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13242","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13242","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/228"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13242"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13242\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14723,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13242\/revisions\/14723"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}