When the bliss of youth is taken away,
Shrinking piece by piece as the years pass by,
When pink bleeds to blue, then fades into gray,
And casts a shadow, like clouds in the sky…
Everything unknown to you will be known;
One, with shield, will need a double-edged sword;
Even the lost lamb, with fleece of pure snow,
Has to learn the ways to graze in its herd…
Then, find peace with age as long as there's light
To pair our joy left with the wisdom gained:
Be like an owl who takes pleasure in flight,
Or let the pain wash away in the rain.
Here lies the difference of hope and despair:
A growing tree, or a set of weights there.