Fountain of Youth

We spend our time tossing pennies into the
    fountain of youth
Forever checking to see if time has stopped,
    but can't find any proof
Days float by and carry you right along,
    ignoring your hope
Neverminding the fact that your youth is an
    all too slippery slope
Inevitably the days pass and with those lost
    days we grow
There is the insight of experience and all
    that we now know
Learning to accept the fact that no matter
    what we may do
We become older, wiser, and share some bad
    times and some I Love You's
So, stop looking at the clock and calendars
    searching in earnest for proof
Because, there never will be any, because there
    is no Fountain of Youth