A young man pure of heart and an old grumpy man

Sit every morning at my breakfast, as the day began.

Which one will prevail today? I wonder, I wait,

For their expressions, for hints, for advice and their bait.

Throughout the day at crossroads they appear,

They sing their songs to charm, to draw me near.

I am their faithful viewer, judge, and friend,

Yet mostly I let youth’s heart guide me at the end.

And every time I follow that young, fresh voice,

My steps are calm, the day flows in time’s rejoice.

The grumpy tone keeps knocking hard at my door,

But I turn to youth with trust, and hesitate no more.

So flows the day, and years go on this way,

In every step I strive to keep youth’s ray.

Thus life goes by, the daylight nears its end,

I gladly yield to that enticing trend.

That youth I still carry within me on age’s threshold,

So every day may keep a joy to hold.