When my world was young, few things mattered
Unlimited exuberance, hardly a care
Opportunities for love everywhere
Wild unabandoned times, living free
Perfect everlasting health, no medical worries
Party time days and nights, everything great
Old age never a consideration, unimaginable
Living in the sunshine of spring life forever
Till hairs began to gray, skin began to wrinkle
And my body starting falling apart
Like an old rusty failing machine
And the darkness of a winter life descended.
Bob Boyd