It might be fun to fall in love
Again feel soft and antic grace
But youth is another country
The language looks the same but
Their sunrises don’t read as sunsets
We may strive and seek new fields
But age finds us and forces us yield
To a most bitter foe
Awareness of what we already know
Our future is not better tomorrow
Fails to compete with hoped-for pasts
Now youth visits the dining hall
Choirs singing ancient love songs
Do they care that our passports soon expire?
Perhaps it’s best let them sing
Of love; they will have time to fall themselves