The World Belongs To the Young

The world belongs to the young, who know no boundaries, no limits, unconstrained by time they run through life like wild horses-- and when they stumble, they never fall. Unlike the old who know too well, too hard, how dangerous time is, how fraught life can be, how lost are old hopes and tender dreams and how brittle the steel of love. So the young own the world, or so they believe-- but soon enough God or Fate or Chance will trip all the fleet of foot & as they stumble, some to fall (a few never to get up) then the young will know how sad, how very sad it is to truly grow up.