I spoke to beauty once, Not much more than a greeting,
In fact, it was earlier today,
I called out to him, but his answer was fleeting,
As he was already on his way.
I asked: "What's the point of receiving something that you can never hold? "
To my dismay he yelled back: "You will understand once you grow old! "
Then joy came, merrily skipping behind,
With wonder pouring from his blue eyes.
But when met with the inquiry: "Why do you give me something I cannot keep? "
He smiled and said: "That, my friend, you will learn just before the eternal sleep."
They tease, with some thought-up enigma, that only makes sense once you grow old.
But the joke's on them,
‘Cuz I will happily wait, as long as I can, in the sunshine of spring for truth to unfold.