Youth and boredom, so much energy to burn
Dreams of athleticism, so sure the result
Days spent daydreaming, fame was his yearn
But the process of ache began the body’s revolt
His life became weary, tired’s unstoppable yawn
By thirty, his youthful spry was a memory now numb
The timestamp of youth once near, now gone
He looked into the abyss of more age to come
He lifted from bed, pursuing success from employ’s work
Graying with weight, but still ambition no matter the cost
The march toward old age impossible to shirk
The timestamps of youth mark life’s dreams that are lost
