My favorite group of people to speak to is young people.  There is something special about their energy, their authenticity.  Some time back I was preaching to a fine group of teens and referred to “us” as “young.”  After the service my wife lovingly and diplomatically reminded me that I am not young to them anymore! Youth is hard to define.  When does it end?  Suddenly, without warning it is gone and…where did it go?  I still consider myself to be young (at least until I am 40) but in a very real sense I see youth slipping away. I have been flipping through an old poetry book this week.  Poetry has never been my favorite thing but one poem…