Oppression of maturity: the taunt
To nurture radiance of glory past
Distend and burnish reputation's breast
Within rust armour, withered flesh is gaunt
Luscious relief to shrug, at last, the yoke
Unto our progeny bequeath. Set free
Witness inert, while light and purpose flee
In gloaming, scrabble vestiges of hope
Experience will guide to strike a spark
A tinder pinch of passion lingers there
Unfetter cares and blaze out uncontrolled
We'll soon enough disintegrate, turn dark
Unbutton now to meet the tumult square
Fling raw forked flesh against the tempest's bolt