The Fraud Called YOUTH...

Youth thinks not of the future

For it's so brash and gay

And that time of life when it is gone

All seems so far away.

Well, I was you, would you believe

The same as most of you,

And I was out to whip the world

Just like you want to do.

Then quick as a wink I met a man

Who made me change my mind,

He had a sort of beaten look

And his face was thin and lined.

His head was balding on the top

His shoulders slightly bent;

I dared inquire of his name

And how his life was spent.

He fixed me with a tired stare.

Then he smiled ironically

While he gazed back from the looking-glass -

For the man I met was me.