Youth was such a storm of progress
shards of life in broken houses
compiled sweetly to impress

Older but still young at heart
I made knives from shattered glass
cut myself from cloth with class

Only time lapse could capture younger days
the ones now burn slow and pass in a phrase
something about redefining success

There is no need for time to keep going
the river flows against our rowing

but the water rushes onward still
despite efforts to paddle uphill