YOUNG AND OLD

Author Unknown

The young are they that have this,

Though some would sell it to the old;

The old would gladly buy it,

If indeed it could be sold.

Many old want to chase it,

And do so with a passion;

Some claim they can sell it,

In pill, or lotion, or fashion.

Some claim it's just a state of mind,

So "just believe," you see;

Others try to hold onto it,

For young they want to be.

So what is this thing that consumes us?

Tell me if you know.

What the young have and the old do not,

Though some put on a show.

Answer:

It's YOUTH, my friend, it's youth they have,

And it's really not hard to see;

It can't be bought, it can't be sold,

It's given to the young for free.

Some young would gladly trade it,

To be older in a day;

Some old would gladly buy it,

To shed the old and gray.

Some old hang on, and live their lives,

As though their youth could stay;

Refusing to see it slip away,

As we grow older every day.

"You're as young as you feel," it's often said,

And that youth is wasted on the young;

But whether that's true means little when you view

The fact that - someday - we'll all be dead.