Young Promises!
Young Promises!
Voice up! Where are you..
Our time is passing
Sand continues to fall
In the watch like your figure
Naming yourself Young
doesn't make you one
Your wrinkles, white hair
Black shadows around eyes
Weakness in your voice
Have given way to jealousy
A war is fought by intellect,
not sword. But your hands
And mind both are dulled!
Young promises greyed with age!
