That gasp Was a grasp Of the wisdom you hold dear You took to the skies For there are clouds in your eyes Your soul is much older than you appear I however am grounded I stand firm Independent I have not wisdom but cunning The day is always young For my mind is always running We are different you and I You are an old thing Set in your ways I am a new toy I still laugh, try new things, and play I soar You are sinking I do not appreciate what I’m given You love the world you live in What is it then you are wishing I have so much ahead of me All you do is look behind For ahead is a gate that glows And a world you think is divine But maybe you know More than I But of course I will not realize The wisdom you have given me Until I too and bent and old Til I creak like rotted floorboards And I too will miss the victory of a race well run That we have all taken for granted The sweet nectar of youth Truly missed