Infallible Youth

Hello my youth, yes it is to whom that I speak!

What is it that you have done? Why have you been such a fool?

You have brought about such a shame and put a black mark upon thy name!

With reckless abandon and your foolish games, you cripple the unforeseen.

For pleasure, you had sought but forfeited the grey lines in-between.

I speak to you forthwith, but it is time we can not move, damn the foolish youth!

This older man curses like a bumbling fool, for on deaf ears, the young can not hear.

The path you seized, walls of prison you freeze, for the foolish get what they reap.

In fields of clay, you plant your seeds; do you not perceive that they will never grow?

Damn the foolish moppet, thwarting with those who have come before.

Unfailing youth, the future you can not read; you know not your numbered days.

I yearn to converse with those who've fallen, for infallible you are not!

Often I reminisce the days that we would laugh, never knowing they would be our last.

A ghost in time they will always be, a lifetime, it seems; those memories still haunt me.

I speak to you, infallible youth, but father time is always on the move.

I wish you could see through the eyes of the weathered man, old as he may be.

To my youth, I wish I could speak. Nay, for I would not be able to teach my son today.