Lesser Years

Are there times simply too late? When no longer you know you can When time wasn't at all known to await To only know towards the end Years having lived and living for There are just some things one can no longer do However the reasons can finally bore It's become when you knew... how willing are you? The many years living by, we ascertain Never really knowing what is for given time Only because the world never stop to change Am I aged to no longer be afraid to be left behind? Years falling without substance, without form We created our years without time concern And we live for ourselves to one day begone Are there more in our lesser years we forget to earn? How can anyone love again? Doing what was thought to be done once more? The difference we only fought to be for the same Yet the same... have we known to fight for?