No One Before

Can you tell
a girl of twenty
That you remember
how it was
And how it will be
when she is fifty?

She knows she is
the first to keep
Companionship with
seers and saints,
Feel the bursting blood
that comes with tender loving,
Run the brilliant road of
planned ambition;
No one before has
known such expectancy.

Her eyes are glazed
with ego’s glory;
Why should she care
what fifty is like
When she is
only twenty?