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      How old is old enough to serve, to protect? 
  Wide, soft brown
      eyes that radiate guileless youth 
  Confirm innocent
      exuberance and sparkle with curiosity 
  Hide ageless
      determination and ruthless stubbornness. 
      How young is too young to fight for right? 
  A jaw covered
      with the soft, pale hair of youth 
  Does little to
      redeem an unlined, unmarked face 
  Both hide a firm,
      unbending conscience. 
      How innocent is too gullible for sense? 
  Pushing forward
      with boundless enthusiasm 
  Trying to prove
      untried and newly acquired skills 
  Actions which
      hide a keen intelligence and surprising ability. 
      But innocence can vanish, never to be regained A single bullet that is first blood  first kill
 The shot misfired that causes collateral damage
 Each one rips away some of the innocence so precious.
 
      Youth slowly, steadily retreats as times passes The fine, flawless skin forms lines of laughter and pain
 The softness becomes coarse, ground down by age and experience
 Until youth remains only in the heart, spirit, and attitude.
 
      As time passes, youth flees, innocence vanishes Branding the eyes, robbing the naiveté, erasing their spark
 Dulling the guileless exuberance
 That once were the trademarks of the young.
 
      The man who matured out of the boy Now holds his curiosity in check but never forgets it
 His exuberance is tapped as a source of boundless energy
 The stubbornness and determination are unchanged.
 
      As his gullibility fades, he hides his remaining innocence from view The untried skills are now steady, proven, and true
 The boundless enthusiasm is still there, but dampened
 And his intelligence and ability shine forth.
 
      Like facets of a brilliant stone that only appear With the skilled strokes of a master jewelsmith
 So the youth becomes a man grown into his full potential
 Under the watchful, guarded eyes of his companions.
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