Serenity

Perfection

One’s youth is a happier

Time by far

When viewed across the

Safely intervening years

And though my hands

Could build a bridge

To take me back to fev’rish

Passions and swift tears

There is a wisdom which

Comes with age

Gleaned from battles fought

And battles won

That whispers for the heart

Alone to hear

Perfection cannot be

Improved upon