The ache of age is parallel to years
Of young-like yearning, foolishly in smears.
The walks of waking children jolt to twitch
The spirits of the house to watch the joy
Of leaders born from little feet of which
Cannot contain excitement’s buzzing ploy
To play the day away with hearts so rich.
Of age and being tumbles knowledge’s glory
In an experience as old as rivers
That mayth placate the eyes with wisdom’s stories,
So as to flow to youths in times of shivers
Where men of age are walking allegories.
Be marked the roots of age and youth inhal’d
That breaks the galaxy to spinless gale.