Knock

A man came to my door knocked on it twice and waited I open it, then hesitated pondered the young man's fate. He was attractive and handsome soft spoken and sweet wanted to know if he was on the right street but the address he relaid was two blocks away and sad faced I became as my anticipation waned. He departed in a hurry my years and age presented no worry and as he left memories returned of long lost youth with which I still yearned. Wisdom is wasted on youth old age enlightens those truths recognition that time and age are just another stage where dreams still live and each of us still have much to give.