It might be fun to fall in love
Feel again that sudden manic racing
But youth is another country
Their language sounds the same but
The sunrises don’t seem 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 will not get better and
Fails to compete with hoped-for pasts
Now students visit the dining hall
Choirs crooning our youth’s love songs
Do they care our passports will soon expire?
We shall not say – let them sing of love
They’ll have time to fall themselves