In my teen's, I was young and happy to be so.
So sure was I that youthful energy would never go.
In my twenties, I eagerly sought the different and the new.
My failures were painful, but they were few.
In my thirties, I was confident and sure.
So delighted, at last, to be mature.
In my forties, I ignored the new stiffness and pain,
In favor of the wisdom I did gain.
In my fifties, I hoped I would continue to learn, and to grow.
But, alas, where did all that youthful energy go?