Two Sides of the Same Coin

An old man frollicking in the leaves of Autumn

Immersed in what experience has taught Him

To enjoy life before it passes Him by

80 years gone in the blink of an eye

We look behind us and see our youth

Then look in the mirror and see the truth

We ran,We jumped,We skipped,We played

Now all that's left is to live out Our days

The current generation will soon be where We are

The doors of perception,whereas once left ajar

Will slowly close as They'll rapidly age

Though the book may be different,They'll read the same page

The words not as clear,the thoughts as concise

Now displeased with what used to suffice

Our minds not as sharp,our strides not as long

Forgetting the lyrics to a once well known song

Plans that were once guaranteed to be kept

Are now those uncertain,even those not made yet

If pearls,indeed,do come before swine

Tell Me why My kindness is a waste of Your time

Lines that aren't relevant to what came before

Are written,nonetheless,to imply so much more

An all too true statement regarded as fact 

Will soon be disproven in a manner exact

And while the recent words chosen may appear off topic

I implore You not to be so damn myopic

Though My thoughts may appear to have split into two

Be assured They're as comparable as I am to You

Half of one poem and that of the other

Like old age supplying youth with it's cover

Both sides of one coin coming up heads

From the day of conception til the day We are dead