The Cup Of Youth Poem by Phil Soar

I drank from the cup of youth
And look what happened to me
Lines and wrinkles gather up
Now that I'm sixty-three
If only there was magic
Through drinking from a cup
A liquid with a magic spell
To stop me growing up
Perhaps a well deep underground
Where magic waters flow
And a bottling plant above it
That no-one else would know
I'd make my home close by it
And drink from dusk til dawn
And maybe after many years
I won't have yet been born