Originally posted by lokutus_prime:

Oh the feeling of being young,
seeing the world through
youthful eyes,
watching and waiting
for things to unfold,
gazing in joy at
star filled skies.

The years pass by,
time does mount;
age and reckoning
begin their count.
Life lays its hands
on youthful face,
covering innocence
with increasing pace,
until one day, one year
one decade, has painted
all that has been made.

I challenge Time,
though it will not hear
any reason or plea
for it has a deaf ear,
but I shall not bend
to its burden of fear.

I hold up my face to
the new day's sun,
my heart full of hope,
for I am not done.
I greet each new morn
and dance to a rhyme
that tells me within
that I still have time.

Happy Birthday to me
I gain one more year,
I tell me I'm younger,
and that's good to hear.



(c) Lokutus for-ever-young Prime