Precious Young Years

I’m an old man,
Staying alive in this house,
I even have a,
Umm, I forgot, never mind that,
I’m living my life like I was the one by which it was bought,
Working at new things, with old man vigor,
Maybe even with a little old man liquor,
I remember way back when,
I worked on things, new things, with young man vigor,
I sit and think, of the great many things I have accomplished,
And the many great things I never did,
Will they follow my trail, I hope not for their sake,
I keep getting off track,
Work, I’m coming back,
What am I going to do?
How will I teach them?
Make the best of your life while you have the chance,
Right now, enjoy your young spring prance, flowering color,
New hearts of carefree happiness,
Use the young years of youth for a worthy purpose,
Cause when you’re thin and frail like this old man,
Your near broken body won’t fit the young person plan,
Use it to its fullest,
I demand it,
Now that I’m done with my rant,
You can now go back to your classes,
Wait,
Would you help me remember where I put my glasses?