Your ups, your downs... your in-betweens!
What is there - isn't always what it seems.

Your youth, your glory... your stature strong!
The time is now, but not for long.

Retrospect is the mind's eyes spectacles.
Using the head without the testicles.

Fast lane travels are full of fun.
A mother's woe from this fine son.

Come home to root for a little while-
Sadly missed is your precious smile.

Do in life, what you can live with-
In old age, it is a special gift.

For now, it reigns but bittersweet,
To see you warble on those dear feet.

Life's your own-do not squander!
Because in time, it does grow fonder.