“We do nothing more then await one another.”
You are my youth
holding the stillness of my face,
graciously these lines await you.
Can you see the lines of your face speak as I can hear,
youth will wait a lifetime to experience age,
age will wait for death to experience youth.
Youth will beg and borrow from time for one more line to settle upon the hand,
age will beg and borrow from time for one less.