The Weight Of The Years Poem by H.L. Dowless

The Weight Of Years
Time knoweth not any strangers.
Unto those who lie and think that he has forgotten,
their bodies and minds may continue on in silent danger,
until the very best he has been allotted.
Thus do ye feel the dryness in thine eyes?
This feeling should accompany the one in thy hair.
Do ye feel the morning stiffness in thy thighs?
These feeling are all a part of the timeless game, so please don't despair.
All of these feeling shall intensify with every coming sunrise.
Does thy mind dwell on those past times divine,
when all of life's experiences were adventurous and good?
Do ye consistently find thyself always for those days a pining,
longing for those glory days lost where ye and all others understood
that life was meant to be lived for the thrills and glory of simply being alive,
savoring the very best of times that dear sunlight would afford?
If so then get on immediate alert,
for thy weighted defeat shall soon be thy only reward.
Very soon the burden of the years
shall crumple the body and weaken the limbs,
installing those imposing assumptions and unverified fears.
Then the mind shall choose to dwell in a more pleasant time when
that period of great misunderstanding nears.
So young one, count thy merry blessings as ye pass life though,
live life to the fullest, without jeopardizing the pleasantries of thy future.
Thrive in ye victories and thrills all anew,
for the weight of the years certainly has ye in it's indenture.
The weight of time will finally upon ye
descend,
forever removing thy presence from all surrounding, without mend;
so live life with fresh eagerness anew! .