The child, dreamt wild, reality viled,
mind not lazy, but thoughts hazy, very crazy.
Demanded a ton, lot fun, sugar on bun,
eggs runny, potent honey, stacked money.
Then teens, spilled beans, washed jeans,
it was now, to know how, and to love.
Broken hearts, romantic darts, the arts,
alpha sigma, social stigma, the lone enigma.
We know our learning, but yearning,
life's warning, still warming up for carving.
Life flows over, water in ears, thirty years,
rocking chair, summer air, shining hair.
Left is memories, times freeze, moments appease,
Time woes, life flows, come highs and lows.
For all we know, we want peace, no crease.
Those who know are old, bold, they gold.
Rest all are just rats, old or young brats,
Running in that race, no grace, no grace.
(Grace time or graceful moves)