Youthful consciousness dictates that eventually time eliminates, the Golden rose of life's portent and a haze develops all over it The grimness of growing-up, old, and out. Change even the devout. Harboring miracles that reach beyond pleasantries when the body is done. Paths we make ad journeys decrease, all but bring us to our knees. Agility, long abandoned, folding hands is what we manage. Wanting, needing and lifting up the banner that sacrifices made for us in the name of freedom, justice and convinced that we battle with God, to defeat the silliness if the weak. It is not one for all and all for one they seek.