Yesteryear Poem by Ibn Ali

Yesteryear,
My father was alive,
Giving all the good advice young men ignore,
Times,
When youth was on my side,
That place where arrogance resides,
I did as I pleased, in spite of how much my mum implored,
Times, when my metabolism outran,
All the fizzy drinks and snicker bars,
Time was frivolously spent,
Thinking I was rich in years,
Hours, jingled in my pockets like loose change,
A pound here, a pound there,
What difference would it make
What's a pound to a millionaire,

Yesteryear,
When my head was fertile soil,
Hair sprouted thick and fast,
I was full of youthful charm,
Granite features finely chiseled,
If I'd have known it wouldn't last,
Lamentations of the old,
Lamenting all his woes,
Hardhips borne through misadventure,
Everybody has their trials,
And some are worse than others,
But my concern's for mine,
Harvesting endeavours,
Then sitting down to dine.