The Fountain of Youth

Most of us have memories
Of the fires of our youth,
Those red hot teenage passions
Which burned so bright,
The times when we were free
To fall hopelessly in love
With our latest flame.
Somehow we survived
Those tumultuous times
And many of us
Tell ourselves never again.
All too often that is true.
We grow older
And supposedly wiser,
But in the process
The spirit of being alive smolders
All but dying out.
Who is to say
We can’t reclaim our youth,
Rekindle the fire,
And re-ignite our passions
No matter how old we are.
I have seen it happen,
And us oldsters
Can put those youngsters to shame
If we can get the fire to burn.