(a prescription in ten lines, ten syllables each)
What a task, to pull ourselves together
in eight decades only (maybe seven).
Starting out intact with psyches pure, we
take the only steps we can—the simple
antidote to youth becomes to age, and
age we do, but mechanistically, our
Egos in control. We think we know all,
but illusions grow instead, maturity
the matchless remedy. So how cure youth?
The formula is clear: An Old Age Drug!
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