The Fountain of Youth
Ascending,
As everlasting as a mortal crown;
Can't fathom going down.
Resisting the force of gravity,
Undestined stored capacity.
Someday we all will touch the ground.
With the complexion of a cloud,
Age is rebellious.
Reaching its apex loses its essence.
Life is a gift,
God is the source,
... & youth is just an abstract concept.
-Alexander Ruiz
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