Energy that barely waned,
no matter long and hard was spent -
and any whim that called my name
would sweep me off to where I went.
For there was always more to find,
at every turn, beneath each stone -
forgetting risk I ventured out
and willed to leave my comfort zone.
How high the upward stairs I climbed,
undaunted and with eager pace -
determined so to reach the top,
and even more, to win the race.
Nothing hard could not be gained,
so much was for the asking then -
the world, my oyster, thus to claim
and all would say, \"I knew her when.\"
What fearlessness, fool-heartiness,
such gall, if truth be told -
that person had in youthfulness
but whom, alas, grew old.