Time and Youth

Time.
Time is a wheel.
TIme is a wheel in constant motion
always
rolling us along.
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder...
Where ther years have gone?

Youth.
Ah, youth... new skin, wide smiles,
clear eyes... the future so bright.
If only we could bottle it, sip it now and
again, and stay forever twenty-oone.
forever ten, forever five.
I liked being five.

But I'd also like to think that time and age are like cousins-
they're relative.
Who said you have to go by actual miles?
If you didn't know how old you were, how old would you be?
(me, I'm sticking with five.)

I'll even argue that you can bottle youth.
What you store it in is all up to you.
(I suggest the heart.)

If you can figure out a way to keep
the energy and gumption and fire alive,
you'll always stay young.
And where there's youth, there's hope...
where there's hope there's wonder...
where there's wonder, there's faith...
where there's faith, there's chance....
where there's a chance, there's love...
and where there's love, there's music....
and dancing.