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