There's something nostalgic about staring out a window,

That's what I thought as I observed the old widow,

It's like the world moved on and she was too frail to follow,

So full of regret and all she could do was wallow,

This is the story of so many old people,

Their youth wasted on things of less worth than the tip of a needle,

So much talent but so little strength to use it,

So much knowledge but too few teeth to share it,

So many ideas but too forgetful to remember it,

They had so many chances but where too ignorant to take it,

We still have our youthful lives and all the benefits that come with it,

So we better get to work so when were old we'll have nothing left to give.

                    *************
To all of us that bottle up our potential, and settle for things that are less what we are worth.  Open up  that bottle and pour it all out. So when your old and don't have the strength to open a closed  bottle anymore, yours will  already be empty.

                          With all my love:)

                    ****************

Please vote and comment if you like this.  I am also completely open to corrections, so point them out if you find any.

Thank you!