At the early time of life

There seems to be endless

Opportunities of things to do. Strife

Then comes to bring the truth  

Of reality. Distress

From the complicated ideas of youth

Washing away from the work

Towards our dream.

On our way we may feel a jerk

But we must not scream

Because we will see the perk

From our scheme.

Wisdom then comes upon us

And we begin to see the beauty

Of life. Even the fuss

Of our failures will seem

Meaningless, for the bounty

We gain. We begin to beam

With joy.