The Fountain

I’m quite parched
and off mark.
I could be cured
with just one
sip from the
Fountain of Youth.
And de Leon would have
my head and I
would wish I wasn’t
young anymore.
Some say,
that youth is wasted
on the young.
And I've heard its possible
to grow up,
I've just never met
anyone
whose actually done it.
But
life seen through
these eyes
have more to say
than my lopsided mouth
could ever utter.
Between you and me
and our hands,
wrinkled with the years.