Life To Live Is Not A Death Sentence

Fresh is the keeping of one's innocence. Jaded an aging mind can become, When dulled by experiences... To perceive few are left that have yet to be done. And aging should not prevent anyone, From being inquisitive and curious as if a kid. Jaded becomes the one who accepts life as it is. Fresh is the keeping of one's innocence, When in the midst of new adventures. And with them to welcome on a daily basis, Can erase the slightest irritation... From one who has become a grouch, To name and complain about every pain felt... With them to remain and claim, Without exploring life more to do just to roam about. Fresh is the keeping of one's innocence. Jaded an aging mind can become, When dulled by experiences... To perceive few are left that have yet to be done. But so much is there, When those aging allow themselves to become aware... That life to live is not a death sentence, figuratively speaking, Awaiting for it to be finished, literally, then to be legitimate. When it finishes those living it will be the first to know it done, Ultimately!