The fountain of eternity
is youth,
lavished on the young.
At least we know wisdom's
not wasted
on the old.
We know too that beauty
assails the beautiful.
Beyond that, though,
we don't know much.
We might find
each moment
is young in its youth,
resplendent in beauty,
but wisdom waits
in the wings,
in the wings.
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz