Age means nothing to those quite young
When life is undefined and so unknown
Fast forward in time when hair turns gray
It is only then that we dread the chiseled head stone
For in our youth we are graced with confidence
Life’s failings limited to games we play
As we mature and are counseled about abilities
Our dreams are squashed by what other people say
Worlds of wonder turn soon to sorrow
No hope possible for those with limited means
Our youth is crushed by those with good intentions
A helpful act always different than what it seems
Rainbows are given to lead us astray
Life can be wasted searching for one’s gold
Too late we learn that life is about aging
The only fortune we share is growing old
