The reckless impunity of the youth
Is a prized possession
If you know what’s good for you
Don’t grow up
Our hearts are loose; Imaginations are wild
Heads roll through wanton paths of life
If you know what’s good for you
Keep your youth
Fear is conquered in mocked laughter
Reasoning is mute, where experience counts less
If you know what’s good for you
Guard your heart
Why want to grow and become old?
In it are vices of life: wisdom, hope and love
If you know what’s good for you
Don’t grow old
Wisdom brings only the knowledge of evil
Never the ability to do good
Hope keeps your nose to the grindstone
A surrogate life you’ve got there
Love, a terrible foe
In life you’ll never make a fair choice!
Fingerprints 
Dear Charles,
The only alternative to not growing old is untenable. I retain my youth, therefore, even as I age. I’m okay with it, in the long run. Old age is a privelege denied to many.
Nice poem. I’ll want to see a rewrite when you’ve tacked on a few years.
Aloha,
Doug
Well, maybe or may be not, innocence and pure love for humanity is a treasure that age steals from us all i believe! With old age comes suspicions and wariness…
Thanks for being here, btw your offering for the fictioneers is classic!
Good God this is good!
I dugg some of you post as I thought they were very helpful invaluable
Powerful, Charles. but my oh my, what is with all this cynicism?