On Youth

The world grows old
With distracted people
Always trying to re-obtain
Wasted youth

Working toward
Goals, missions and huge tasks
Always trying to save our time
To bank it

There is never
As much youth time banked as
You want, for youth does not keep
It grows stale

The option that
Perpetuates living
Is to make croutons from bread
Always move forward

If we get caught
Always look back instead
Our lives decay, are wasted
(Poor) Moldy youth

Living with passionate
Regard for life, outweighs all
Young time spent


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