Within Ourselves

What if it does indeed exist
that fabled elixir of renewal the
ancients searched in vain to
discover, the fountain of youth
a futile dream its shimmering
promise of restoring life to an
enfeebled aging body when the
siren call of a lithe energetic
and comely appearance taunted
and teased and eluded. That was
then, this is now and the current
nomination for renewal's purpose
is indeed attainable; tenuous and
temporary true, for permanence
describes no living thing other
than hope. Memory has its varied
functions, among them the
enlivening of the senses able to
notify the brain and communicate
to the body infused with nostalgia
when music of one's younger days
stimulates an invitation to the
dance and you and he do just that
shedding the years and the rigours
of time as you clasp one another
bend and sway in graceful union.