We Are Only Young Once...

As wrinkles become more furrowed, and hair turns to a more visible shade of perfect silver to symbolize a decaying age, we certainly ponder over death, not too sure of what awaits us; and an almost forgotten thought reminds us of our lost youth: that we are only young once... And although we stumble to reach a mile to our destination, yesterday it only took a short time; not to mention how we fumble for the key to unlock our door and enter into a peaceful place of wonder: where memories still abound inside, and carry us through without desperation... Are we so feeble to entrust hope to a broken will, and not understand the grand plan? We can't stop half way throughout a battle; we are still the warriors who can't be defeated, and if we fall, we'll get up again: to push back the enemies 'till they have retreated... To be of old age may be unacceptable to those who look upon us with disgust, because their minds are stripped of all pity; to be young, indulgent and full of energy: is something they relish in their thought, untill they, too, must confront the inevitable.... We are only young once to assume the role of invincibility in a brief kingdom; and if carelessness is pushed aside, to let our spirit and conscience run wild: we'll reap a bundle of losses and regrets, to hunt us for the rest of our unpleasant days...