When we were young so long ago
Seems each one had places to go
Our world held opportunity
At least a million sights to see.
Before the young had dreams to share
Or found someone that truly cared
There was a path that each might take
Beside the promises they’d make.
In youth we’re prone to fool around
And fail to keep our feet aground
There’s always one more thing to do
Some song to sing or dragon slew
Rooftops to scale or mountains climbed
Oceans to cross with not much time
Hopes, schemes and plans, all praises sung
Tis sad gets wasted on the young !