Rocks Poem by Teresa Dearing

Beware youth's sweet wine,
For tis' full of bitter dregs,
And our mind it will polute,
Like over flowing kegs.

Ghosts of past indulgents,
Haunting our last long days,
Lingering to remind us,
Of our twisted ways.

Once, done can not be undone,
And right, a wrong, can't find,
Those rocks gathered in youth,
Will sink our caged aged mind.

Once I was not traped,
In this body bought with age,
I can still remember,
Playing on life's grand stage.

Now youth is still forever,
Longing for those sweet kegs,
But weighted down by rocks,
Are memories of bitter dregs.