Irony
They say big things come in small packages,
but that youth is wasted on the young.
In our earliest dreams, we dream of sucking
the sweet nectar of a baby bottle or breast,
but as we grow older, we learn and evolve
until we learn it can suck to dream.
Such are the ironies of youth and growing up.
When we’re young, we cannot comprehend
the breadth of what we cannot yet comprehend.
When we’re older, we cannot grasp
the scope of all that which is beyond us.
When we’re old, we cannot remember
the vastness of what our minds have lost.
Such is life,
such are the ironies
which beset us
at almost every step
of our winding roads.
Fickle fortune
forever fading
forever forth.