The beauty of life

Is the mystery called youth

Which creeps into naïve childhood

With a feisty radiance

Those limited hours

Spent in rebellion

Daydreams and ambition,

Trivial rivalries and futile competition

Some grasp the purpose

Moving ahead with grace

While others are left behind

Clutching the hastening youth

With bodies growing old

And perplexed mind forever stagnated

In escapisms and past fantasies