He told “young folks” to not end up like him.
And all-in-all, his message seemed quite grim.
This youthful friend stared at the Great Beyond
And I felt therefore prompted to respond:

We all can claim regrets when looking back;
So many such are strung along my track.
Tomorrow I may add a number more
But tedious it is to keep the score.

You’ve said to them “enjoy life while you can,
before you’re an old woman, or old man.”
I only noted, as I’m wont to do,
That admonition works as well for you.

Advice like yours is wasted on the young.
Exactly as is mine—the bell has rung.
And few are unconvinced that they’re unique
With obstacles that wall off what they seek

And these, nobody else could understand.
“My paradise has slightly itchy sand!”
Though yet, I know of some in dire health
And that cannot be fixed with guile nor wealth.

You push on through your life, and do quite well.
You have a message, and the skills to tell.
And while your task is clear, perhaps a coach
Is useful now and then for your approach.

I strive each day to better my own mind
(and truly, I’m in trouble, and behind).
But while I’m coaching you, I hear as well;
And thus can buy again the wares I sell.