I held out my cup

For a drink

From the fountain of youth

And watched

As the water

Flowed over the sides

I could see

My reflection

Peek up from the pool

Waiting

For a change

To appear in my eyes

Somehow

I had thought

That the curse of old age

Could be cured

With a sip

From a fountain’s clear pour

But the fog

Faded fast

It was all a mirage

That left me

More thirsty

Than ever before