Sublimation

As the cold of snow,

Without a melting stream,

Produces only a fog,

Between life and a dream.

From the clay of youth,

To the specter of age,

Swim in the now,

In the know, this stage.

As what is new does not mean better,

Old has no necessary wisdom to give.

There is but one universal truth:

You have this life, note well, and live.