The Fountain of Youth

Mama,

I see you yearning for the fountain

But I tell you, you can live without it

Maybe beauty is not what you seek

But for mindless time to finally cease

I see the pain in your eyes

The days you try to make time die

It’s a “treatment” with no gain

Only a pointless endeavor that ends in pain

I’ve found the Fountain of Youth, you see

I’ll keep a glass for you, and me

But I’m afraid you can’t have it yet

It’s not a punishment, nor simple threat

I want you you back, how you were before

Not your looks nor striking allure

So before you take a sip I’ll see

That you really will come back to me.