I am too young to think of ghosts
And wait resignedly
For all my future hopes and dreams
To turn to memory.
If I did not succeed at first,
I should try again
And should not be content to think
In terms of "if" instead of "when".

I am not old enough to wish
Forlornly for the past
Or to expect the things I want
To come to naught at last.
Why am I so resigned to losing,
When I could be winning?
I should not think of endings yet--
My story's just beginning.