How I long for the breath of youth once more
These tiered bones and weary eyes will mend
My bending back produced by years of chore
will bend right back as an unbroken trend.
The lines and wrinkles will begin to fade
My erratic heart will beat strong and true
My calloused hands torn and battered remade
Will lift up boldly into the bright new
I'll be callow naive and ignorant
Brashly pushing forward never looking back
I'll be breaking hearts, my love to be sent
given to those with worth or those who lack
But my weary back will remain thus still
for my youth alluded leaving me chill