When we were twenty and would never die,
The world held grand prizes, ours for the taking.
Our feet trampled about.
We knew no fear.
We were free, not yet stunted by experience.
We had forever to do our great deeds
And could tarry for a time…
A side road here, a short cut there, no matter.
Our eyes glowed with goals; we had power;
We knew the answers.
We were twenty and fresh and beginning,
Holding the world as a ball—ours to play with.
Desiring…discovering…experiencing everything
And welcoming it without fear.
Then, we threw the ball away,
Without thought, without care,
Because we were twenty and would never die.
The ball went farther and farther from us
Into the darkness beyond.
We didn’t notice; we weren’t looking.
Until one day it was no longer ours,
Just a speck in nothingness,
Untouchable, uncontrollable,
And we opened our eyes as saw Life.
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