Young man, life still a wishful dream;
The scourge of age not yet gleaned.
Hope for a tomorrow, a glinting eye;
Not yet reddened by futility’s cry.
Indestructible, energy vibrant; strong;
Seeking out a path, where to belong.
Mentored by father’s failures gain;
Open to every chance, naïve to the pain.
Hindsight; not yet a discernible word;
Experience to foster, challenges to disturb.
Promise of gains, a goal for the taking;
Lest life’s passage becomes; memories making.
naykdpoet 
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