The Young Man

The young man looks beyond the field

For a world unknown to be revealed

Full of hope, fortune and richest dreams

Of a bright full future the dawn’s light brings.

But he died many years ago.

The world, a page upon which to write

His life before before him, a future bright

Ambition unbridled as a beast set free

With a youthful heart, the world to see. 

But he died many years ago

And lo, there came a maiden fair

When Springtime blooms were in the air

Through summer’s heat and stormy rains

‘Fore Autumn’s first breath the beast was tamed.

But he died many years ago

Tales begin with a newborn’s cry

The youth grows tall as the years roll by

The seasons come and go again

Now heed the words that Wallace said,

“All men die but few men live.”

Not what we gain but in what we give

Truest treasure in this world we find

Not what's acquired, but's left behind

For in the book we are but one line

A fleeting moment in the space of time

We’ll pass the torch before too long

Then will it matter once we're gone?

But in a flash, the young man’s old

Forgotten now, with much untold

Years have passed since he was born

His life and times, now go unmourned.

Why, his life and times unmourned?

Because he died many years ago.