everything is ahead of you

when young
you think the world is something
that it isn't.
it's a mystery
unraveling
in slow pages. you can't get
old fast enough.
to drive,
to go away.
to get out of town
and meet the girl.
you dream of what's to
come.
the words that will fall
easily from
your pen.
the home you'll
live in.
you believe in tomorrows
before
they pile up
and get in your way.
you step over
the years
as you shuffle home from
the factory.
when young
everything is ahead of you.
but now.
well now,
it's just another day.