Eyes of youth see only promise
be it love or even war,
Gaging excitement at their doorstep
their immortality is their core.
Why fear for tomorrow
for there is still today,
Spending it for Life's pleasure
for time can never be saved;
Others around a youthful life
recognition is not the sum,
For age has become the enemy
those lives have already been done.
Though they finally become older
their eyes still refuse to see,
Looking to roads ahead in time
stunting them in their destiny;
Survival of the lucky
with their knowledge stored,
Will rattle life's cosmic stage
and oil its rusty doors.
For blindness is a bed of nails
where a feather bed should be,
Because of gathering memories
instead of gold that knowledge would be;
Harvest the minds around you
discriminating not the age, gender, or creed,
For time stops for no one
even when ignore it will be.
Then time will ring your door bell
to usher you though destiny's door,
Measuring all the wealth you have gather
in knowledge's wonderful store.